Monday, February 6, 2017

That Ship

That ship over there,
         leaves a golden state,
whatever its heading,
         wherever it makes landfall,
as steam rises,
         from that moving altar,
as its hull cuts a cemetery sea
         above each rank of corpses
under quiet fathoms,
         as its wake remembers
all the fallen,
         as my eye seeks horizon’s end,
I recall you are one of them
         and I will soon be.

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