Neville

Down in The Hold

Down in The Hold

 

The sponge

she wielded so well,

was full

of some other fools

sweat,

long before she

had a chance to wipe

his brow

with it, both cool

and it wet ..

But it was the least

she could do

under such difficult

circumstances ..

Given the promises

he made

and those that she

had kept ..

It was just one of

so many

unfortunate things

we all guessed ..

But nevertheless,

it was both

noted and welcome ..

Yet despite that

single act of kindness

he died the very

next day ..

Somewhere down

in the hold

up to his neck in

the dead

and the wounded

and likewise those

dying ..

If you so wish

ma’am, you may yet

find him

stowed somewhere,

deep down in the hold ..