waves

SHALLOW (waves)

The ship come in from the deep

The sailors raise a victorious hoot

But the wise sailor knows that

Death is nimble in happy-drunk hands

Death awaits the dancing misstep

He knows most corals grow in shallow waters

He has seen many-a mooring’s slips

He knows the sailor’s landwithering slow

He knows that one can still drown

With seawater in the lungs on land

Or be swept away in shallow water.

Written to Psychosocial by Slipknot and Asdaa Al Dmar by Al Namrood