David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship.(24) ....... - Poem by David McLansky

The White Ship is a ship of Death
I taste it on its cotton breath
It fogs the port-holes of my soul
And never pitches, yaws, or rolls.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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