For all my young friends

A ghostly ship cast in the Sea
And the Memory of this Golden Tusker
Is stirred; as evinced by that widening eye starkly
Like echoes faint of a wayside Busker.

Creatures weird unrecognisable
Like Monkeys in their Masks
Stare hardest at the Scene as in a Pageant gullible
Onlookers enter as they go about their long neglected tasks.