That final word is a godsend.
A note of relief or release,
Of grief, a new lease,
Or different, of life,
The will to survive
Beyond and behind
Something solid,
A word so squalid,
Meteoric and metaphoric.
A moment of liquid magic
From that final shot glass
For a taste of metaphoria,
And as it happens
So far that word is:
Pirates.
Dale Hall 
This is lovely. Nice alliteration 🙂
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