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[ After The Fighting Temeraire, tugged to her last berth to be broken up (1838) by Joseph Turner ] With sunset on the right and Crescent moon on the left This is its last voyage. Spewing black fumes The coal-blackened tug Drags the aging sailboat To the place where It will be broken. Now rendered obsolete It suffers the worst fate That can beset the old: The loss of dignity. Then in their time they Exchanged nature’s wind For fuel mined by humans. Now in our time this Has run its course Leaving us searching for New beginnings. |
