How strange the lodgings
You afford Your slaves
Where they are prepared
For what they will be
The one you bear
Upon the waves
To a tyrant’s palace
From which to flee
The other you send
Unto the waves
And into a beast
In the vault of the sea
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
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