Wreck

Hey, there's my life in view through
The submarine's window, sunken,
Well beneath the waves; eerie,
Silent, once a working thing,
Now only a home for fish
And barnacles. Never
Impressive, even afloat, it sits,
In sediment, diminished, dark,
Unseen, unsought, a hulk exposed
By accident by lights which scan
The ocean floor in search
Of something else.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-16 at 22:01

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