Broken Lute
by Martin Tomlinson
Ships dawn on this new life
One night bringing on a new moon
A broken lute
We live slowly
Metal brakes and metal falls
No need for pages
Mighty oaks are wrought with grief
Earth is lost with humanity
Our iron ships destroyed that
We live alone with no chance of falling
© 2013 Martin Tomlinson
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