The Wreck of Our Lady
Although breached and not whole
she was once
as near perfect, as ever they come ..
Though broke
but not boarded, she had once been
spectacular ..
Yet now grounded and holed, she is
not fit for
purpose, but only for salvage ..
Since nothing
remains but torn sail cloth, old copper
a few rusty nails, plus
one or two timbers, all worm drilled
and rotting which
collectively serve as some grim reminder
of that yesterdays
voyage, gone so desperately wrong
Yet now wrapped
in a page from a forgotten newspaper
Like chips in the
gutter, whether dropped or discarded
makes no bloody
difference, at all in the long-run since
Our Lady’s still gone