Ship full of human race battling a sheepish war beyond the salty horizon.
There’s this sonorous voice coming from waste corners of this planet.
Grey suits, heavy boots and arms cracking all around,
a bullet for every poem.
Fellas break those persistent clouds a little bit,
sleep with the idea of love or the magnitude of fierce sex between two immortal parameters,
lights fools lights and that iota of steep time.
Captain you go on and swim but I will live with my blasphemy,
collateral lives are not meant to be touched or even lived.
So, as the great poet once said,
What’s your verse would be?