Disaster
Here are the people waiting
Against the flowing sea Down the banks of shingle The sun is circled with fog We swim in the idle tide The children fidget and argue They balance along the ropes The ropes that loosed the lifeboat Washed away in the mist To the lonely mooing at sea The people read their papers They sleep in the Sunday sun A ship is lost in limbo The fog is heavy with souls Here are the people waiting On the blond and shimmering shingle A little too cold to swim In the blue and tinsel sea The women are thinking of lunch And the boat has not come back |