DOOM
it’s a ghost ship
still a bit
sleek keeled
but now
with a spectre
capital
at the helm
seeking out every
shark, Siren, Hyra infested
patch of ocean, not so
navigable
waterway
dragging us like as with Odysseus
to find that
fine razor’s edge
between Scylla and
Charybdis
but then
to get pirate-torpedoed
the moment
we pass through
and
indeed it is for the better
that someone do
torpedo that metaphor
put it
out of its misery
sink the link between
ship
and state
depth charge it to its doom
poems 2 die for 