*The skipper ordered this
vessel to ground along the darkest quagmire , visible to four-sided certain gunfire
Running my flag up for all to see , this rusted , shot skewed hulking monstrosity
Firing useless torpedos
Screwy window's that open on submarines ,
This beached whale of wreckage having
escaped the high seas ,
a ship of dreams exposed to its enemy ,
facing zero indemnity ,
scoffed at by her fellow sailors ,
doomed to failure* ...
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
*The skipper ordered this
vessel to ground along the darkest quagmire , visible to four-sided certain gunfire
Running my flag up for all to see , this rusted , shot skewed hulking monstrosity
Firing useless torpedos
Screwy window's that open on submarines ,
This beached whale of wreckage having
escaped the high seas ,
a ship of dreams exposed to its enemy ,
facing zero indemnity ,
scoffed at by her fellow sailors ,
doomed to failure* ...
Copyright March 23 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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