Drydocks litter the coast
Home of the giant boats
Created big and small
This is not for all
Ships spread out into the sea
In search of one specific thing
The captain has spotted the targets
A pod of whales have resurfaced
The boat bellows as in closes
The harpoon ready and loaded
The pod is one less
Killed by the merciless
Dried bones litter the coast
Home of the giant bones
Created a graveyard
For the whales who were taken
From their homes.
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Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is created to house a collection of poems. I will try to update regularly. All Poems are original.
