Ship to No Ship

Over the glistening ocean
Shadows crossed the sky
Weaving among the clouds
As if they were meant to fly
                  ~
Cruising the peaceful swells
At speeds known as knots
Manned by men in suits
Who sit about drawing lots
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Danger pierced the bliss
As bombs dropped all around
Only to leave the scene
With nary a tell-tale sound
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Down the carrier goes
In a halo of fiery doom
No cries of laughter heard
As flames of hunger bloom