Reel Steel
She was called the “pride of india”
Why? She was Brit-built …
They that faced the mighty ocean
In ironsssssssssssssss
Ssss…Slugs but for the mighty wind
Blowing, blowing, blowing
Rolling over that ominous ocean
The men of steel!
No wheels….
but they reeled…. in
Goods worth more than gold
From India and all around
Back to that mighty crown
Not steel, but gold!
Dotted with colored gems
The real steel…
Could have done for themselves
Instead, did for that crown
Soft as down…
Why?
The abyss knows
steel melts to molten tears
and the brewing cauldron knows
the rust bucket…
(10/31/21)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2021
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