" . . . Girders strewn on mounds of dust
Now move with grace through salty gust.
Our hurts rise up, our pains declare
This new resolve in chilling air . . .
"
from "
Resolve: The U.S.S. New York
" (p.82)
TIME CRIES
by
BRUCE B. WILMER
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