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False & Putrid Landmark Figures
The glimmer sufficed for a time --
with ignorance gleefully mine,
I dug out a canopied fess
that came cluttered amongst the mess
of my entrails in extraction.
Sullied in its putrefaction,
foul rot came into possession
of my wit, which, in turn, lessened.
The product of this was brazen
defiance of code, mistaken
for an ode of devotion; bred
beneath an inner-ocean, led
to breach the surface in triumph
at signal's behest from high up,
so as not to disturb the mist
that guise intentions, implicit.
The results were an anchored wreck
that could suffer fools below deck,
but could not withstand the traitor,
sure as he was of his favor,
fawning at the splintering wheel.
Having so misjudged the appeal
of sirens with seaside merry,
he's left to wait on the ferry.
The short-handed vessel abstains
from rousing its rotors in plain
view of what was thought to be home,
lest the angels turn devil-prone
and rain upon the hobbled crew
with mouths that foam with blackened spew
and voices that rattle like chain
so marred by the rust left by rain.
