Slick cobblestones, eroded to the bone
by patter of a myriad stomping feet.
The slope is rather gentle. It's not known
when it was first constructed, but the fleet
would have been visible for many miles,
returning from a raid as young ones root.
The bloodied Viking warriors, all smiles;
their heavy vessels lade with slaves and loot.
Out by the cruise ship dock, no sign of blood,
or moans from those they sacrificed to Odin.
One hears just the occasional loud thud;
the laborers are loading and unloading.
Some will not disembark: seek plain diversions.
And others rate four stars. Want more excursions.
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16028969-The-Ship-by-Agee
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