Filled With Ebon Veins
Loaded with spilt oil the tanker delivers its cargo ashore from the sea
Man-woman pressed destiny has relentlessly decreed to forge steel
Rust has settled unkindly by ‘progress’ corroding its soul while wood
With tamed worms could have shed shredded sails for steady repair
Midnight toil from tarred ravens in sable omens omit void and despair
They mock as they engulf soiled meaning tar feather and frighten the light
Depleted the torch has twisted the anchor croaking the stuttering engine
Smeared the sunken tree of beauty fails to seed timid remains of dark timber
Vessels return their burden back to lost hearts blemish inspiring breath
Blood streams of innocence painted in shadows struggle to deliver their
Essence when disempowered streams of kind conscious love’s passion
Miscarry luminous shipments consign a cemetery of grave splintered cross
When the fork in the road waves to wrecked ships and turbulence reckons
As seemingly empty we choose whether droplets of thirst are half full or drained
Cantankerous storms may lead to new compass with the needle carved out
From slumbering lumber setting tentative cruise for the passage of time
06th June 2018
Written for contest: Filled with Ebon Veins
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