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by Chris Sorrenti


Elements of the fleet
constantly at sea
some come in for maintenance/refits
while others carry the flag
to distant lands

Nuclear powered poetry and prose
sounds crazy, doesn’t it?
by a child admiral
committed to an eternal religious war
a drink of rum a day
to keep the words from mutinying

And every month the shipyards
launch and christen more
the keels are laid
some planned meticulously
others on the spur of the moment
a few from the same class
some wild experiments
just to see if they will float

Still more are sadly built defective
then scrapped for junk
their best parts salvaged however
for future vessels
to haunt late nights, the wee hours
when a ghostly fog horn calls out
from those ships still unborn


© 1985
Inputted and revised © 2018

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09/17/2018

Posted on 09/17/2018
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by John Herzog on 09/17/18 at 09:10 PM

Another old cut of yours as powerful and timely now as the day it was written. Thank you for sharing.

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