A Ship Of Others

That Other Ship Forgot a fiery red volcano That smokey 'Hole' so hot that eye enraged is seen for miles around across the open sea. The ashen cloud starts down and blocks off yellow sun. Mid day sun ablaze is seen through silk and lace for miles around is found no man alive. Would the heaving sea, let up to clear that channels shallow shoals. All have raised each sail to die upon each toothy rock their skulls bleached white by salt and westward sun each sprockets hid beneath the waves of foam white sands of time tossed back.