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- Sail Sighted
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Sometimes it was all oil an
Optical illusion, then
thick
grey
blued-steel always
cold the
cold
touch of it warms me there were
high seas then cripple-sun
seas
misery and drizzle
lost
horizons the foul
weather closeness of men,
misery and drizzle we
had our fill our
bellies were full but Brian
bore the brunt of it, cannon
and shell stained the hammock, we
wrapped its canvas
round our dead
brother
-30- August 15, 1980, Ottawa–the nation’s capital
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