At The Same Hour Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
At The Same Hour
The ships,
Burnt up! !
At sea,
Into the sea,
Chips, hips, slips, lips!
Mangled with blood;
Made bitter,
Likewise in the dark,
At night.
Pit, hit!
Not fit enough,
Seen like the keys of the bottomless pit;
Sounded! !
Landed,
Wounded,
With the muse of nature,
At sea;
Open for all!
Fire! ! !
At the same hour;
Pen, den!
When?
Burning down,
It lasted only for a short time.
Took long to construct yet a moment to destroy, Nice.
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4/30/2024 11:38:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Open for all! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.