TORPEDOED
His ship was sunk
A day or two ago
And now he knived
A gunnel notch
For another
Night at sea,
For another
Sinking sun
Mirroring blush pink
On Eastern clouds…
The soft blue
Evening
Turning
Black…
The warm, wafting
Winds
Turning
Cool…
The rite of passage
Of another
Day at sea…
Another nudge
Towards his
Eternity…