survivors

survivors

The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound 
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken, felt as if he had been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays 
The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whiskey products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief steward store, marijuana was legally good for the health if smoke smoked in moderation. 
The crew was arrested and sent to a camp for interrogation, but it was clear when brainwashed that not even water torture helped, no one knew 
the time of the day
The crew was getting older, first slowly, then rapidly. Zimmer frames everyone 
to look after men who could no longer walk 
and many were incontinent and suffering from advanced Alzheimer
disease and chronic heart failure; worse, the chief steward had stopped singing “My cast Sua Casa.” 
No wonder Europe was a squabbling backwater and 
the USA had broken up into many countries, Spanish 
was the national language
One morning, nurses found skeletons, dark in cor and 
like waterlogged wood thrown ashore by an irate
storm and onto the strand of time.
At the same time, the ship the crew came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron. 
There were rumors in Sydney about the aliens Those who knew were forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of the Bay of Bengal
was buried in a led coffin for saying 
the obvious: Do not interfere in our lives.
The good news is for the Islamists, Israel 
has gone forever 
they are now free to cut their own throat
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