towering monuments; penile erections
raised of stone and glass, sails of imperfections
quartering shipwracked crews.
Fo'c'sled, faceless, behind a faux pas cliff face.
Galley slaves fear, scutter at an urgent pace,
wear out their souls and shoes.
Black winds breed banshees, blow between the pain.
Lash through holes of better seas to come, hard rain
and heavy cannon shot.
Pirates; a different kind lay waste and squall,
ship and ship alike, across the inner sprawl
where men as men are not.
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Our towering monuments; penile erections
raised, of stone and glass, all sails of imperfections
quartering shipwracked crews.
Fo'c'sled, faceless, hid behind a faux pas cliff face.
Galley slaves that fear, scutter at an urgent pace,
wear out their souls and shoes.
Black winds breed banshees and blow between the pain;
lash through holes of better seas to come, like hard rain
and heavy cannon shot.
Pirates of a different kind lay waste and squall,
on ship and ship alike, across the inner sprawl
where men as men are not.