Sushi

By Szabo Eduard Dragomir

Once upon a time of yore, engulfed in forgotten lore,

In distant seas of Nippon, where blue waves dance on and on
To the murmurs of sanshin, caressed by the earthly kin,
A most unsullied creature, with pure elegant features,
In the ocean promenade, the frail shape of a mermaid.
During sulky births of dawn, she comes like a curious fawn
And espies the world of land, where thither spreads veils of sand,
Showing villages of man, the naked coasts of Japan,
Brave sailors sailing abroad, below the lonely star of God,
In their sturdy vessels old, journeying throughout the world,
And feathered beasts that fly, graceful birds that dot the sky.
Oh how she would love to grace this realm and its unknown ways,
And feel the touch of warm sand, low her feet and in her hand.
One day did she sight a ship, sailing through water strips,
She approached the vessel queer, that drifted through waters clear,
The captain she saluted, who dared have her invited
Aboard the ship, mid the crew, sailing on the endless blue.
Her family besought not to join the vile human lot,
But in her rash stubbornness, from the seas did she egress,
And her loved ones left behind, to join the chief and his kind.
Many curious days have passed, and the mermaid stood aghast
As she travelled round around, to ports and places abound
In peculiar mystery, the deep shroud of history.
The captain proposed her too, to stay in this world anew

Ever-Forever, Never to return to the nether (blue).

The mermaid had accepted, and then horrors commenced
As the vile captain trapped her, in nets, how nave she were.
Caged below the dreadful deck, of hope, not one single speck.
The evil captain appeared, ere him wicked tools emerged
Fit for ravenous butchers, the prelude to a slaughter.
A table met the mermaid, a tragic fate for a maid
So innocent and so pure, silenced by the manure
Of rotten sadism unbound, an inner pleasure confound
In a gourmands appetite waiting to be satisfied
By the soft juvenile flesh, of this capture gutted fresh,
Upon which the moon had cried, a black canvas ever riled.
And in that night, the captain feasted in his own cabin
And the maid will forever be alongside him, never
To return to the loved ones she had once forgotten of.