"bulkheads" poems
Bow legged ******* boaters bombard a busking Baltic with berzerk bands of bonafide belligerence. Bravely he bolsters a border of boulders. "Begone brigands, before I bust your bulkheads!" Feeling browbeaten and bullied the ******** beat for a buffet. The Baltic beaming with brashness boasts of his burdensome backbone.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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We Have No Enemies Among the Dead
For the Young Crew of the Moskva
14 April 2022
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave...
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea
-The Navy Hymn
Proud admirals and presidents rattle their medals
The young - in screams among burst steam lines die
Explosions and darkness and seawater and hatches sealed
The bulkheads blown, there is no up, no down
Only pain and horror and throat-torn shrieks
Proud admirals and presidents jing-aling their medals
Training manuals, pocketknives, and comic books
Naughty pinups, letters from Mom, wrenches, and boots
Toolboxes, ball-point pens, and coffee cups
Fall with the young deep down into the sea
Proud admirals and presidents dazzle the room with their medals
Mothers and fathers grieve in emptiness
Our Leaders caution them to mind their attitude
Proud admirals and presidents – to Hell with their medals
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC