The Blackest Sea

Buried in the sand of ill regret,

a rifle washes free

Remembrance of a time when darkness coiled,

a snake of Russian greed

Its chambers empty, sights removed,

it could not, would not, fire

Perdition’s tide reclaiming fast

—its shame into the mire

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

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