Underestimated the Enemy

Eyes, gentle giants,
like sunken ships,
the shell of a robust
pirate, whose flags
lying at half-mask,
glittering, worthless jewels,
the lusting for material wealth
buried under counted days -
last deep breaths, the newest
passion, tired of vomiting
life's rot, tired of cancerous pain -
a pirate without a sword,
victim of surgeon general's curse.