Be still


Be still until the morning dawns
And grateful that at all the verses
From the core spring up and melt
Horizons, bloody in their wake

How obvious it must have seemed to Homer
That waves like wine take over
Passengers on ships -
Commanding officer screams longingly
The song in praise to creatures lost in depths

In peace existing, inviting centuries
To feast on their bones,
Deceased in layers draw the lonely shores
Upon which, one thought in charge, we trump
With breath as our commander

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