Sweet virgin Gin
Barely of womanhood
Raped
Scarred, scared

The threat of death
Oft
Beckoning

So many times

The blade
The musket
The phallic dreaming
Of
A dirty sailor’s whim
Some bloody Englishman’s fancy

White bastard in every way
Abandoned
Blue eyed black children

A seaman’s right
The Captain said
A comfortable bed
Always

A young woman’s dread
For those black skinned

Damned Endeavour
Damned invaders
Damned white bastards

And a spear for Cook
So just it seems
Almost
A sweet Gin’s revenge