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Yam and Duberdicus

Yam and Duberdicus

Out,
where the human eye cannot see,
out, out
on the rock
adrift
they sit.
Yam,
Yam of the Canaanites,
�� let this work on you -
his figure - he's thin and tall and dark of skin,
his head-dress is gold
and his body dusty despite his watery holding.
Duberdicus,
Duberdicus of Lusitania, Portugal,
'heavily influenced' [wiki quote/unquote] by Celtic mythology,
�� come, I'll show you -
his steady, thick hands, his heavy hair,
his muscular build.
There is, obviously, mindfulness of Nabia, her concern for him.

Out,
where the human eye cannot see,
out, out
on the rocks
adrift,
Yam and Duberdicus
open a leather bound case.
Between them they place the pieces,
in their two, five, three, five order of brown and white on either side of the board.
They role a single dice and begin to play.
Yam seethes at his counterpart, his opponent,
"Are you not ashamed, Imposter?"
Duberdicus moves his doubles,
his paler lips curl up at the sides and accuse,
"You are humorous to continue this forgery."
They play
until again one or t'other loses, or wins.
The defeated promises the other they'll not return,
understanding the reasons behind the feud.
The evenings come and both swim from the boulder
out
to the depth of humans souls, resting.
New dawn brings a refreshing, bitter disgrace upon them both
when they wake together, with a case, on a stone. �

Out,
where the human eye cannot see,
out, out
on the rock
adrift,
they sit