the days of the wood
(at the feet of the dog)
most people were too busy
to notice the sinking ship
not that far off the coast
past the last light of the pier
on a dim day off the coast of freedom,
it seemed slow in its aching demise
and I just watched and waited
and studied how she went down
flowers and shadows
night and day
waiting for a leaf to drop
and the thoughts of Dunkirk
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