The ships sail

Lost in the waters of ambition

Where heartless wanderers make their way

At last dolphins arrayed

In a blood red tide

What horror could have fed us this

Savage image

Which came from our own hands

Guilt and passion go into the palm

And hold the years of pain

Life in the wrong

Life drained from savagery

From the violence

Of that last wave

Which sunk my ship

That mighty blast

Had me tied to the mast

Calling out

Too late.