|
Ode to 593
by William Paul Haiber
Out of the cemetery of my mind
A ghost ship rises all entwined
All entwined in seaweed red
Afloat now on its briny bed
Her decks awash with silver brine
That whispers in the dripping vine
Asian zephyrs sweep her paint stripped decks
And send to scuppers all her shattered flecks
Till in St. Elmo's Light she shines
A man o'war in all her lines
Her hull asparkle for all to see.
In gold her numbers: 593
Our hands once hard by time made soft
Still have the strength to raise aloft
In reverence to our shipmates lost
Their ship and ours forever in our hearts embossed
By the Hand of God
|
