Calmly he finished his pipe else
Calmly he wiped the smile from his face.
"Command, to the front! Officers, forward!"
The commander walks with dry steps through yard
And the words are level at full height:
"Anchor at eight. Course’s south-west
Who has a wife, brother, any pack -
Write, we will never come again back.
But there will be a noble bowling alley."
And the eldest in response: "Yes, captain,we obey!”
And the most daring and young brother
Looked at the sun shine over the water.
"What difference does it make where?
It is even calmer to lie in the water, swear!”
The dawn tapped to the admiral's ears at end :
"The order has been executed. No one was saved."
Nails should be made from these people:,told -
There would be no stronger nails in the world.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: June 9th, 2025 00:02
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
This poem that speaks as if a historic event spells its metaphors out powerfully. Very nicely written.
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