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Shipwreck Country
A poem of a lost country
1 min readNov 25, 2022
The past is shipwreck
Floating caskets in a Yellow Sea
Dust storms in the plains
Washing away the dirt from
An old man’s toothless grin
Wrinkles like cracked earth
Smile lines like horizons unearthed
By the hands that wrought its ruin
As the final dandelion blows its seed
Over the Hollywood sign
Now bleached by the scorching
Remorse of a world that forgot
Promises in the wind
That Eden was always within us.
America is now but a broken bridge
an old lady in the sea
with a burned-out flame
and a hidden lie. A mirror of a ghost
Looking inward too far
Out on the pacific
Where Memory ends
And the island of old age
begins.
© 2022
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