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Dogs 2019

DOWN WITH THE SHIP
(7/8/19)


when
the end
seems eminent

we
never know
at what point
that all
is lost

what the next
turn
of the calendar

the next
sunrise

the next
tick
of the clock
may bring

rescue

resurrection

reincarnation

any
may await
just seconds
before the murky
waters sweep
over the
transom

giving up
may rob us
of any
opportunity
to sail on

better
to breathe
our last breaths
fighting
to right
the vessel

staving off
destruction

than to
abandon
all hope
too soon

then
to live
with the regret
of "what if"

if we
do sink

let our
demise
be marked
by wrestling
the helm

accepting
our deaths

but still
looking
to the sky

for that next
favorable wind

that may
save us
all