Little Ships

tied up at the edges
and resting on rocks
   some are disabled

(metaphor we barely
   understand or see)


   he's an old man now
more feeble each day

   wants to turn back
      hands on a clock
he cannot quite reach

remembering his might 
that maybe never was

he wants to reinvent
his past and be
remembered as the hero
of his confused delusion

(delusion returns easily)

      mass murderers
so often refuse to accept 
   terrible responsibilities


but judgement comes
   even dictators die 
      (little ships)
like everyone else

lie broken on rocks
      of our misdeeds

   meet judgement
(oh my - what have we done)

approaching his rocky end
      he still can't understand

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