The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Anchorage

The black, frozen abyss of eternity
swallows the desperate thrust of the anchor thrown
dark tether of the errant bow to a frantic groan
storm-tossed to the slap-bang beat of the angry 

we gird our loins in stolen valor 
and shimmer our fear to conceal our pallor
our cadence decries the tempest swell
yell we may but the bell still knells

a shattering resonance to lithify
our bent spines struggling to compromise
the unrelenting spray from the dark chain's pull
rends limb from the eternal windlass spool

we hear not the pronouncement grave
captain's abandon and warrior grin
to commit the unforgivable sin
and leap from plank into obsidian waves
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