U.S.S. Carondelet (1861-73)

Carondelet cruises Mississippi

an upturned cooking pot afloat

broiling the men inside

bristling with guns

looking for fights and finding them

sluicing the blood of dead and deafened men

scouring the great

drainage of the West from

war’s hopeful hoopla start to its

sullied and bitter end.


Cumberland Ohio Missouri

Yazoo Red all

belch their waters into

Mississippi’s great churn and

she sailed them all (though

she barely got out of Red

caroming over rapids)

and their endless bayous overhung with trees

dripping with snipers.


She took her hits but

never lost a fight and when

they came to scrap her found

she’d gone in the night

on a flood tide, preferring

the grave of her enemies

to that of her friends.

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  • Summer Ross  On February 24, 2011 at 5:08 am

    I enjoyed reading this. The flow is nice, though you used some words I had to look up 🙂

    Dropping by to say “hello fellow crusader”

  • Elizabeth Mueller  On March 3, 2011 at 5:33 am

    Would you like for me to share with you on the upfront of the poem, or read between the lines like with your bloody garters? 😉

    I don’t mean to get religious on you, but we will tumble because of our own doings and not from the outside. This world will become a scarier place, but if your heart is in the right place, there is nothing to fear (the 10 virgins).

    There, is this what you expected me to say? E-mail me your thoughts! 😀

    ♥.•*¨ Elizabeth ¨*•.♥

  • fridayam  On May 18, 2019 at 9:48 pm

    Reblogged this on Fridayam's Blog.

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