Pandora's box - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Trump: Abstract Painting by Tommervik

Two by two, the crew
board the boat to El Dorado
with a rout of rusty knights
sitting at the captain’s table.

“It’s a beautiful boat;
probably the most beautiful boat
in the world,” the captain flirts with

the sailors, and pouts like a virgin.

“Show us a picture of the streets
paved in gold”, we ask each day
but the imposter skipper lies.

Four years we been searching
for the promised golden fleece
Hope is exiled to Pandora’s box
and the captain is now seasick.