Our blind firing floods
The hull of our vessel
Until the hour
We topple over
Shell casings
Butchery
And all
Crude yearnings
Billow high and thick
Coiling the flare
Of panoramic daybreak
Yet sirens mourn
Untiring
Ever-vigilant, proud and shrill
Mountains of white
Shall surely triumph
As stoic remains
Of the blissful life that was
