League of Nations
dissolved
The Lusitania,
lolling on the ocean floor,
is a bridge too far.
Man your U-boats, pilot your planes
The beaches will be breached
as only they can—waves
crashing incessantly onto stone
become sand, rip currents
secret agents
spies under cover of night,
assembling in forest glades:
bags of weapons smuggled in,
arming the enemy.
My fortress protects
other shores, incomprehensible
interests
and will not
suffer breach
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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