SHIPWRECK

The splitting of the wood below our feet,

Seems not only to speak with its creaks,

No, it shouts out when loud,

As if proud of it’s prophesied feat.

The growth of this old brass arm

Agrees of our pending, sending harm,

That’s seconds to come and moments to be,

Our weary faces, becoming the sea.

The clouds frown as they look down,

Confirming our collective drown uncrowned.

With this water, water wailing water,

Our feet sink as the flood begins,

First in tens our biggest bulk it wins,

Then claiming our next supplies,

By stealing our courage, its prize.

Thunder! Its screams, flashing dreams

Of a desert unhurt by nature’s schemes.

Our untimely glances, left to right,

Are met by our one biggest plight,

When the column of support

Sets down our banners with banters, and

Applause from the waves,

Which carry our work under,

Like a ball and chain of rain untamed.

That friendly wind that tickles your nose,

That wonderful water that waters a rose,

Could not have any less truth than a cheating wife.

Our ark unwed the sea, our nails divorced the tree,

Promising only to take us deep.

Unless I could find a branch or plank,

To tell me that after all I just might make,

This water somehow right now just vow,

That we’d be ‘round to see the sun,

Swear its golden rays are not done.

But the thought was submerged

As our ship took a gasping breath,

To approach the news of an unsweet d----.