you are a trawler in the green gold blue black  
sea i love.  
you are a trawler calling herself the ark of the covenant  
outfitted absurdly for war.  
the white dove you send flying  
wants to sleep in the sand.  
and your lines hang with rotten meat.  
you will catch no good fish today.
Written by anna_grin (ilchruthach)
Published | Edited 25th Jan 2021
Author's Note
until i think of a proper poem, have this little thought, and feel free to add your own

itís about the writing always about the writing
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