Particular Words in a Specific Order

If captains do sink sailing ships
That they themselves command
For reason none than what was done
A          refilled with sand

Then may I dig so similar
This shallow glory grave
And wonder of that captain's crew
The actions they forgave

Abandoned ship o soulless thing
With sights so foul within
A pockmarked hull, with bleeding wounds,
This wretched, self-scarred skin

Enough of salt and treachery
And on to much the same
To persons and to trials
And self-inflicted shame

We call these burdens "everyday"
How many and how small
A          left where it used to be
Watch          become my pall

in cruelty and in kind
When one hurts, so do two
But doubly worse would be "it's done"

I don't know what to do.

Questions, hollow, streak across
The         in my design
Their sinking selves seek solace in
This calamity of mine

Doom so true it pairs itself
With sorrow and with glee
It follows round the anger
It leaves the scraps for me

As invented as any color seen
As real as phantoms be
Disaster, all and total
Standardized catastrophe

I reach into my center
I fear for getting my grip
There is no sturdy hand here
On         does my grasp slip

I fall, but then, was falling
I had been from the start
I'm left with nonsense choices
I cast away the chart
I know the greatest ships have docked
I saw the far seas part
I tell the men to jump the deck
I walk towards          , depart

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