ivor or ivor.e hogg
No Free Passage - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
The long grey furrows of the sea
which switch and change incessantly
Conceal the graves of fishermen
who trusted her, once too often.
The sea is not trustworthy
her mood can change so easily.
She is a kind and cruel bitch.
The trouble is you don’t know which
side of her she’s going to show
Something that you can never know.
Until one day she will decide
her needs can’t go unsatisfied.
This is the day she turns on you
and there is nothing you can do.
You are the chosen sacrifice
and only your death will suffice.
Each year the sea demands her toll
and she will take it forcibly.
She will select some simple soul
and drown him quite remorselessly.
The sea, the sea, the cruel sea.
She fascinates all sailormen
who travel on her hopefully
She sometimes brings them home again.
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