Kirk’s Hype

Flying on the musk of dusk, his eye circle dark,
Kirk bared his tusks after a day of lark
And on coasts he embarked.
Feeder bands he sharked inland
Rebel elements at his command
Rotating forces on demand.

Storms the restless sun set isles
Norms a piled, battered by his wiles.
Kirk’s path before him, whimsical grim
In nature’s mall his charge not dims.

Hurricane alley gait, a Caribbean way, weighs the wait:
He spends the heat of his currency,
He serves this earth trek regency.
A sacrifice in sunny dearth
A soothe to balm heat wave earth.