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Satn Slippers


Dreadnought
By Doxy Wringer

Author's Note: This poem may not be duplicated or re-posted on another 
website or in any medium without the written consent of the author.
   

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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