The Wreck

In tilted arrogance,
merry with rigging's chime,
sails swelled with laughter, prow
pleased with the water's rhyme,
the day set sail — but struck
upon the reefs of Time.

Now in sea–jangled ropes
foam and remembrance climb.
Now in tide–broken ribs
mute fishes mime.
The gilded prow
greens with sea–slime.

Another day
unsalvageable
rots on the reefs of Time.