The Ghost Ship
sailed into the Oakland harbor
smelling of burning flesh.
No one was left. That same day
people marveled how hundreds
of yellow marigolds, all sizes,
grew beneath the ship’s bottom
lifting its charred remains into the wind.
The Ghost Ship
sailed into the Oakland harbor
smelling of burning flesh.
No one was left. That same day
people marveled how hundreds
of yellow marigolds, all sizes,
grew beneath the ship’s bottom
lifting its charred remains into the wind.