THE ARMED LINER H. SMALLEY SARSON
Reading edition
in The Poetry Review
THE dull gray paint of war Covering the shining brass and gleaming decks That once re-echoed to the steps of youth. That was before The storms of destiny made ghastly wrecks Of peace, the Right of Truth. Impromptu dances, colored lights and laughter, Lovers watching the phosphorescent waves, Now gaping guns, a whistling shell; and after So many wandering graves.