Poems of the Week

ShipRex

by Mae Scanlan

The State Department’s sinking fast;
It has no sails, it has no mast.
It has no skipper, has no crew,
And no one knows just what to do.
It’s foundered since it left the docks;
Diplomacy is on the rocks.
Now all that’s bad, but here’s the chiller:
Soon, there’s going to be no Tiller.