Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WRECKAGE, by BENJAMIN FRANCIS MUSSER


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WRECKAGE, by                    
First Line: Here by a churning surf, while breakers rave
Last Line: No bridge spans taut across your storm of life.
Subject(s): Disasters; Ships & Shipping; Shipwrecks


Here by a churning surf, while breakers rave
In sibilant plume of green to yellow sand,
Low lie past dreams to the sea contraband
Strewn by her law in this unstable grave,
This patient shore bruised hourly by a wave,
Unheeding, or unable to withstand
A plume that sweeps a village from the land
And shatters every house its architrave.
If you must kill, great mother, let it be
Swift and complete, not a long agony;
Let your plume cut as clean as tempered knife,
Our burial balm the brine of your last kiss.
O child on a splintered beach, beware of this:
No bridge spans taut across your storm of life.





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