Wreck

Jangles of medals, splashed with spray; Sails tattered by the wind's sharp blast; Porpoise points of light Caught bright on distant rocks; Constraints of anchors, chains; A winch of ballast rolling Back against the boat's dark hull; Waters surging, curving dolphins Arching from the waves. Swirls of rushing cloud Jut shadows from a hidden moon; The prow lifts high before the crash down To the waiting leaden seas. Back broken, holed, A web of water spreads a freezing filigree Along the decks, through galleys Into cabins' empty beds. A flare lights up The swirling waters spinning slow With scarce a gurgle, scarce a glow. Morgal 17/12/98

 

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