Poem: The Freighter at Kato Zakris

Poem: The Freighter at Kato Zakris
By Jack Brummet

Down the hill
From the Minoan palace at Kato Zakris,
A battered and rusting freighter showed up

Six months ago,
With a Pakistani crew
Under an Egyptian flag.

Now she sits 30 meters offshore,
Dead in the water,
Waiting for Euros, parts, or a new owner.

The locals don’t know
If there is a crew on board.
The waiter said

“It was interesting
The first day, after that it’s a scar
We hope goes away soon.”
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