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

The White Ship.(24) .......



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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.

Saturday, January 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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