There’s no turning back

As the dark harbor drifts into view,

Enclosed for a day

In its concrete vise

–

White columns of smoke

Billow out into the surf

Among the lonely call  

Of its imprisoned ships

–

There is no return voyage

From where the skyscrapers loom

Over the cold blue mornings,

Trimmed with gold  

–

They shine their welcome

On the faceless horizon;

Dispatching exiles  

To their grim awakening