In rolling swell I count your breaths

The heave and fall of tidal moon

Where Neptune clasps a thousand deaths

Wrecked from barques, too young, too soon

I cannot tread your Dogger Banks

Or stride your foaming crests

The graveyard bed of hull ribbed tanks

Dead sailors hearty tattood chests

Unfathomed depths of deepest dark

layering mudlark silt on fossil bone

Biblical flood of Noah’s Ark

Creating sanded beach from eroded stone

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