When will home be our port of call

And rise out of the surf,

Dressed in jewels

With a sweltering tune?

–

Even when we remember

Its entangling maze

How it trapped summer days

Between buildings at dusk

–

Even when we recall

Its impassable haze

Parched and ablaze

 In squalor and rust

–

Should we disembark

In our land of first loves

Our diamond in the swell

Our parcel of hell?