Yacht for Sale
My youth is
Made fast
To the dock
At Marseilles
Rotting away
With a chain to her mast.
She that saw slaughters
In foreign waters
She that was torn
With the winds off the Horn
She that was beached in the bleaching environs
Of sirens
She that rounded the Cape of Good Hope
With a rope's aid
She's fast there
Off the Cannebière
It's easy to see
She was frail in the knee
And too sharp in the bow—
You can see now.
Made fast
To the dock
At Marseilles
Rotting away
With a chain to her mast.
She that saw slaughters
In foreign waters
She that was torn
With the winds off the Horn
She that was beached in the bleaching environs
Of sirens
She that rounded the Cape of Good Hope
With a rope's aid
She's fast there
Off the Cannebière
It's easy to see
She was frail in the knee
And too sharp in the bow—
You can see now.
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