A Ship Of Others Poem by James McLain

That Other Ship Forgot
a fiery red
volcano
That smokey 'Hole'
so hot
that
eye enraged is seen for miles
around
across the open sea.
The ashen cloud starts down
and blocks off yellow sun.
Mid day sun ablaze
is seen through
silk and lace
for miles around is found
no man alive.
Would the heaving sea,
let up to clear
that channels
shallow shoals.
All have raised
each sail
to die
upon each toothy rock
their skulls
bleached white
by salt and westward sun
each sprockets
hid beneath the waves
of foam
white sands of time tossed back.