Shipwreck of State

The ship of state spins crazily, splitting at the sails.
Not a breathe of wind to fill its wings as it hesitates and fails.
It cringes as the cracks form on its masthead and beneath
and it runs ashore to crumble into pieces on the heath.
By no stretch of faith can those who watch fail to feel the quaking
as the whole world shudders at this chaos in the making.

For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are: split cringe breathe pieces wings cracks beneath hesitates stretch ship spin chaos. Illustration created with the help of AI.