The Great of wars Fought in narrowed trenches millions who have died Hand to hand in the mud
The Great of Wars Fought on endless oceans thousands who have died through imposing weapons
In the open broad Pacific On a grand supercargo Captured by the huns After lacking discipline He was free on the sea
Waking up to a dream A transformation of scenery A slimy hellish black mire
trapped in cloudless cruelty The inky marsh beneath his feet carcasses of decaying fish a barren immensity not a faintest noise of ocean
He crawled into the stranded boat thinking or brooding for several hours there before his eyes must lay a ground hidden for several million years
maybe an unprecedented volcanic eruption no sea to go back no sea-fowl to prey upon the dead fishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
