Poem

[amul]

She was my sister
Forged together in the silent chill
Of the Venetian Shipyards
Our very core built side by side
Alike in every manner
Save the temperament of our builders

Into the wide empty void
I, to guard the passage home
She, to battle foes
But that was many revolutions ago
My vigilant crew wears new uniforms and
Haunted, desolate eyes

With silver antennae
With ever evolving radar arrays
I seek some signal, some distress call
Some friend-or-foe transmission
With petulant obstinance
I wait for her

I wait for all the children we sent
To wage men's wars