Deliverance (Shouting At the Dead)

A large brig bearing down upon us

Stout man looking down at us

Leaning over the starboard bow

Smiling brilliantly white teeth glow

Thanks given to the Lord

For the unexpected glorious deliverance

There came wafting over the ocean

From the strange vessel a smell, a stench

Such as the whole world has no name for -

no concept of - hellish - utterly suffocating

Shall I ever forget the horror?

Ever remember the life we had?

Shouted to the dead, to the dead