Icebound : 24 lines of both Blank and Rhymed Verse about the slow death of an icebound ship.
Upon the ranks of ice-warped planks
the formless bags of bones and rags
‘neath tattered flag that droops and sags
clutch bony claws to useless straws
of masts and doors – a hopeless cause!
Eye-sockets search for aid – ungiven.
Cold-cracked skulls lie with souls unshriven.
No crosses erected;
nor mourners expected;
nor rescue effected;
their prayers rejected.
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