there’s a coarse wind blowing
shifting sands across a hagard shore
once proud
vessel
cast upon salt licked rocks
reduced to matchsticks
waterlogged pulp
splintered
splayed in the hungry heat of tropic swelter
rotting cancer
claimed by capricorn
bastard son of dead stars
lost amid the calm of night
a voyage ends
desert isle
distant heart
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