A Rescue Mission

A poem

Warships chase envoys

of envy, chisel

emerald sheets where

drops spring,

splash back, and

road rain in the face

is cold.

 

Fossil facts,

diesel sold to

mean gold cash

like leaves

float in lines

of green dyes

where algae shows.

 

A sonar ping cracks

a captain’s heart...

sunken steel.

Survivors: none.