By Erick Piller
here billows an august bark,
by aureate streamers embraced,
strung by creaking cordage,
carried by spreadwhite tumid sails
and masts cutting through the skies.
look: she welters, her undulating grandeur,
amidst the anxious mariscent,
fully stocked and kept magnificent,
amidst the foam and spray of waves;
vicious, they fetter careful ship to port,
holding eager sailors slaves,
forlorn and never to embark,
from the storm to keep them safe.
& so it has come, still to this day,
that this ship, star-crossed with destiny,
by aureate streamers embraced,
by creaking cordage strung, by
spreadwhite tumid sails carried,
and with masts which cut through the skies . . .
o, what an undulating grandeur it is,
to have never left for sea.