To be chased amongst the waves
to only pray the sands are near

dripping souls so wasted
within the wreck
of booms
silently folding to the sea

the roar of untimed

curses melting to the weed

no silent stay
would be upon

the wretched gulping
water to breath

of shoes a lonely float
glistening rings

befell
the journey
to the bar

of grasping sands

train wreck sounds
hollow the squalls

which man shall be succumbed
slipping creaking

I looked

no floating cargo
but smashed and lonely

winds carried me away

The west called
amongst the bush i crawled

a silent cargo
i stayed
I built
I never forgot

and here I shall

live amongst my plot