A Year of Poems – Day 160

If I had to say we lost one thing,
when we jumped off the ship to swim to shore,
I would say that we lost words.
Yes there were caskets of salt pork,
fresh water and grog, dried fruits,
nuts and all the other luxuries we once scorned,
But what I really miss are the words,
The words that came with food
are now waterlogged, the ink runs,
the pages twist and float on the ocean floor.
They will be read no more.

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