Low Roar
A calm sea awaits
Blue skies and sun
Inviting and smiling
And dancing around
The wind pushes north
Through the straits, towards the clouds
The sun rests
Her head on the water around
By morning, our voices
Will sink with their shells
Her belly exposed
Up towards the sun
Lays hindered and splintered
And makes not a sound
Ahead of her bow
A doll chain takes form
Of women and children
That someone adored
In a last dance
Hand in hand
They float all around