Heavy eyes gaze out across the sea
the harbor nears, people hold each other close,
their whispers and cries steam up from decks
slick with rain, sweat, and tears.
What promised land is this?
Where rocks reach from shore to hull
grappling with the iron to bring the vessel down
and waves sing a funeral dirge against the metal walls.
What home could this cold harbor be?
To the souls bereaved by wind and weather,
this ship's precious cargo?
Heavy hearts set out across the sea
to a harbor far away, holding memories close
whispered memories of a past
they'll never see again.