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.
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