The Ship II
It appeared bad and darkened - it was dusk;
from horizons that cut us like a knife,
hurtful were the years from this hectic life,
the island rules of prowess had to ask.
The ship's black smoke from two tall funnels,
raised like a sacrifice's odd bestowing,
as the gods above offered a wind's bellowing,
to disperse smog in the straights' canals.
In front of us, the ship floated in silken fog,
approaching magnificent the mooring,
growing in size, its huge displacement emboguing,
in our conceptual world of maritime log.
The night reached me when the ship's gaze,
turned curious to measure my presence;
so stared at my years of ocean competence,
proposing silent for an eternal marriage.
We stared at each other as lady Sadness,
kindly descended from the Straights,
alluring everyone along with cackling Fates,
inscribing all in the book of blackness.
In still silence we embraced; above darkness,
lost in avalanche her white ribbon waved,
the signal of the beacon my life never saved,
as I was engulfed by the ship's madness.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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