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Dripping
Make the keys dance for me.
Let them skip and frolic
along the clanging husk
of the old sea ship.
Make them heave the oars.
Let them work and rush
on the dying hulk
of the old grey ship.
Make them wake up.
Let them have eyes
in the moist hull
of the old thin ship.
Make them live.
Let them free
toward the dull
of the old
tall ship.
Make them.
Let them
out of
the old
tired
ship.
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Each of the first three lines of a stanza has the same number of syllables, but the number decreases: 6, 5, 4, 3, 2. Th fourth, repeating line "of the old [monosyllable] ship" begins to break down as the poem continues, eventually petering out to one word blocks. In the first four stanzas, the last word of the third line must be only one letter different than the previous word of the same position, but this too decays, disappearing by final stanza. The poem itself narrows, drips down the page (hence the title).