Dreadnought
The desolation and
the husks of buildings.
I’m beach side.
I'm inside old homes.
They’re gone and abandon.
The weeds on the place.
What dreadnought?
The old home
without warmth.
But walls and echo
mine isolate voiced.
Bigger fright than I,
what dreadnought?
Between us need and want.
The strip is bankrupt.
Said exodus past Albion.
The Babylon that was.
Barely flicker candelabra.
They don’t fight just now.
What dreadnought? G ©
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