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+categories:
+- Poem
+ratings: G
+date: 2017-02-20
+type: post
+tags:
+- Poetry
+title: Heligoland
+---
+
+<div class="verse">
+Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,
+And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.
+
+The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks.
+You can listen from start to finish
+And not hear a single word about how a day will feel.
+
+Or maybe it's a pale, tired, steganography:
+Moderate, becoming poor, violent storm 11.
+
+Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all I can manage
+is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.
+
+I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,
+And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
+</div>
+
+*Thanks to P.R.*