The Ship Song

The harbour lights
cast pearl strings into the ocean.
The Irish Sea had never looked so beautiful.

Streetlights stood erect
waiting to trace footsteps
of the lonely walkers

And we walked

Shared our deepest secrets
buried our songs in sand as a coffin jukebox

And now,
the ships heave silence
carrying cargo of whispering corpses

Go and place fuel on the moon
let the inferno trade eternity for one last embrace,
caressing our skins
with something worse than death.