Sea of Gods

The thunder rumbles like the storms beating heart

Lightning striking angrily at the sea

We are akin to an insect in a war of men

But today the gods will battle

We hope just once again to hear the seagulls cackling

And we barely remember the faces of our loves

The taste of cooked food and fine mead

Feels as distant as the shore

The sting of roped burnt hands

And the drunk stumbling from the rock of the ship

The showering of rain and torment of waves

Salt drenching our nose through the water

All add to the overwhelming sorrow of pain

The thunder gets louder, the laughter of giants

Taunting our pain and each wave pushes us

Down to ol’ Jones Locker, but we must move on

This isn’t the time to go and rest for the

Sea will not be our graves