All aboard (the Brexit steamer)

March 5, 2019

Last night,

a ship churned in belligerent waters,

tossing,

turning,

waves high above the bow and stern,

brown,

murky,

unable yet to return

to passages clearer,

onwards,

delinquently ploughed,

a hopeless dredgery

channeled within a channel;

no space to turn,

the ship,

set,

the only way forward, now,

to dig the hole

deeper yet.

 

 

 

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