The God Of Sea Disasters - Poem by Patti Masterman
I'm shipwrecked wood and plaster,
Wormy statues of maritime disaster,
Chained-shut gates forever after,
Molded louvers closely cloistered.
Burnt out candles on a font,
Roundhouse windows suavely taunt,
Corridors of darkness haunt
Stairs going nowhere- as is his wont.
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