A magnificent salted breeze
Strayed from the coast
The waves all choked
With iron and might

Trailed from abroad
Were their devilish hulls
Where I met their scowls
With the faintest of sorrows

Phantoms
Native to me
Were soon lost
In their masculine gusts

In the lofty shadows
Of a timeless
Untiring struggle

In the ghostly
Refrain of bombs

By salted winds
I was dulled and dampened
Left aquiver and uncertain
On display
Upon juvenile shores of white