Harbour

[billy]

right sid (hi by the way) because it's a metered poem if i remove those it would (to me) feel odd.
that said i like the poem without those two words so i think i could drop something from each of the longer lines.
thanks for the feedback.

Harbour
Our 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.