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One
Wet
Push
Which floods briny
The rigid vessel
Coasting on silent waters
A militiaman
Clenched within
Her impermeable bulkhead
Compressed
Pressure mounts
Until, inevitably,
A hull breach
"Drop anchor
And prepare to be boarded."
A countermeasure
A moan
A groan
A scream
A crash of whitewater
A port of throb
An aft of ache
Until
The ocean rolls over red
Vanquished, she lists
Flails and thrashes
Burdened from his strike
And the stretch
And the rough collision
Of his covert, nautical invasion
In such war they say
All's fair
Tight
Permeated
Velveteen maritime musk
The scoring of sabotaged fingernails
Down torrid enemy flesh
Fighting surrender all the way down.
And then
A tongue torpedo thrusts within lifeboat lips
To absorb
To swallow
To share
The vibration
Of detonation
Dread not
For, the skirmish is all but spent
Ending,
As it began
With
One
Wet
Push
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