Posted by I. E. Konstas
August 21, 2000
Dreamed last night
of an arctic, foggy shore
where I exhaled every right
to raise my last sea battle's score
I uttered a trembling sailor's prayer
who's trapped on the ocean floor
I feared, the tingeing of dawn
from my deck I'd gaze no more
Gladly the ancient ark I saw
sent by a divine dispatch
drifting from third heaven
to an arm's length of my hatch...
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Posted by Robert
August 20, 2000
Black Water
The truth is at peace
in a cold dark deep
and it's not for us to know
the men of the Kursk
did battle the beast
and the beast did lay them low
we come from the sea
to her breast we return
In between we live, then die
remember, though
a dying wish
a final glimpse of the sky.
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