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Ship Of Fools



We all sit here

gathered at the river,

No melody

or chorus

echoing from the ship,

Steep in shallow water.



Twenty seven days

we hung together on silent edge

alone, In the temptation of hopeful drown

twenty days longer than it took to build

the facade,

We know as yesterday.



Boarded strangers

all family of sorts,

Related to the true calling

of ghosts past.



Tickets were issued

stamped in color purple

railings were full with standing room only

waiting for the sea to turn violent,

In red ink spill of loved ones.



Storm tossed casualties

all survivors,

Castaways without music

paper and pen,

Together,

Alone,

Forever.