Tin Can

Dan Cwiak There Dan Cwiak was, utterly lost below. The silent waters that surrounded his work, All but had to go. "Up Periscope", he cried into the night "We will not go weakly and meekly, No, we shall but join the fight!" The Destroyer above is lost in the fog This is the ocean we sail, Not some murky bog. "Fire One! Fire Two! Fire Three! Fire Four!" As the tin cans rolled off the deck, We heard the explosions, nothing more. Our words boiled up from the deep. Rising with the new dawn, Killing the old refrain...New Words to Keep! A Poet Destroyer Collaberation