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cruises the river Styx


Charon could use some help

and another boat to cross

the river


corpses arrive everyday

and he's always ferried



casualties from wars

plagues and untimely accidents

are usual passengers


waving a long goodbye

but still Charon keeps

his ferry cruising


the callouses on his hands

are as hard as a

politician's heart


and the black waters

of the river land us

where life


is a distant dream

a fading thought

not a wager


or a bluff

just something Charon



with the first

and final strokes

of his oar






[Originally published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Michael_Pingarron.html.]