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The late shift stars scream
Their last before the
Violent quiet falls,
The gloaming and the ripples
On the ship canal
Five thousand meters from
Warm and dry.
Shell, she responds
Quick and sure
Made from designs
Stored in boxes and
Casks back in Ontario.
I pause and look to port
To hear the bleats of sheep
On shore and pull aside to
Avoid deep draft ships in the night
Drawing wakes the depth of
Dragons.
The no-sound that follows-
Cacophony of the underworld-
As every dark thought and feeling
Hits me like a bag of bricks
Five thousand meters from
Warm and dry.
- January 2019
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