The silver, sailing soldiers
spinning round the bullets,
bit by spitting sergeants
to the tune
of 'left, right, left'.
Soap scum sentinels,
scrubbing shining hulls,
turned to iron ruin
by torpedo rocks.
The silent maidens,
weeping over letters
sent by the sergeants
of the sailing soldiers.
Soap scum sentinels,
now scavenging the sea,
looking for some sign
of the silver, sailing soldiers.
