Rubber Ducks

Rubber Ducks

Legendary;
A container of rubber ducklings was washed overboard,
Made in China, for children’s hands,
  Soapy in the bathtub,
They bore no food,
  They carried no water
And floated adrift,
  A speckled yellow diaspora,
Tossed about warm foamy seas

After the men with guns put us in the boats,
Out from Viet Nam, to never-land,
  Bouncy on the sea waves,
We had no food,
  We had no water,
We floated adrift,
  Another speckled diaspora,
Without a shore to wash upon

Eight days out something pecked below the gunwale,
Tiny yellow smiley, a childish face,
  Persistent in the sea waves,
It was not food,
  It was not water,
We took it in,
  Come join our lost diaspora,
As we would wish welcomed ashore