Non-Erotic PoetryMinesweeperMINESWEEPER
By JCSTREET © 2004
Now I'm going
off-watch, going below to the after
cabin
of my minesweeper where
turn-tossed
I hear the screw
laboring all night
laboring as it comes up
out of the east Pacific swells and
cavitates a little
brrm, brrm, brrm how it
lulls me to sleep
until a petty officer whispers
"on-watch Sir"
with a shake and a coffee in a bakelite mug and
it all starts again
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