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The Lusitania,
lolling on the ocean floor,
is a bridge too far.
Man your U-boats, pilot your planes
The beaches will be breached
as only they can—waves
crashing incessantly onto stone
become sand, rip currents
secret agents
spies under cover of night,
assembling in forest glades:
bags of weapons smuggled in,
arming the enemy.
My fortress protects
other shores, incomprehensible
interests
and will not
suffer breach
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (3)
I am sorry your daughter treats you so poorly Love the metaphor used in this cos you are a poetic hero of mine. But yeah. I wish she was kinder to you.
Wow, so timely and moving. This is top-rate, Harper. A call to all in such beautiful language.
I'm afraid we are living in the age of dissolution of the United Nations, another failed experiment for all countries to try and solve wars. Great poem, Harper!