Starbour
Frost covers paper faces and flat places in the spaces where the captain no longer paces.
Solset to solrise the dans macabre of a shattered fleet which no longer flies.
Drifting through dead skies: short, snow-white men with open, staring eyes.
No carrion crow to peck, no undertaker spies;
This floating museum of a warlike planets' demise.
Copyright © Vincent Wilson | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment