A Blank Ship

A blank ship

Hits the White Sea

From the moment

It launched

It was plain to see

That nothing was right

About the moment

Of go

Who knows

Where the ship rolls

Into the high seas

On a day set

From the start

Of eternity

Morning Blood

At first sight

There was hope

But then blood was drawn

With one poke

Of the eye

With the social feed

Roaring with fire

And stoked wherever you go

There was morning blood

Drawn

Even if you didn’t

Know