1.
Bumblebee Battleship V,
Friend, old shell I
greet, from rusted
body to torn
door.

2.
Inside, growth
from the decades,
algae, muck. Smoothed
hand over dash
board, squeaked fingers
across glass,
along knobs.

3. 
Madam! Numbered
the years I wasted
getting back to you! 

4.
I mourned and my tears
plopped hard, humid like
rain on the greened
metal. I mourned and I thought
how unlike it was
of my Captain
to perish so freely. 
More, there must be.