Best Battleships Poems

I see it tied up to its pier,
steel monolith, huge and grey,
the USS Massachusetts,
now a museum by the quay.

Big sixteen-inch guns are silent,
the five-inchers point to the sky,
kids play on the forty-mil guns,
shooting phantom planes as they fly.

Tourists walk this leviathan,
product of my grandfather’s age,
he...

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'Midst cannon smoke the sun arose, blood red

          To spread the night's cold horrors on the bay

               Our tattered sails waved farewells...

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