A Sign For Our Times
The wheel of the ship
spinning 'round
out of control, the
captain below deck
spitting vitriol, first
mate and deckhands
at loose ends, no
orders or goal...
all coming undone
beached on a
barren rocky atoll
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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