The Mast

Sailing, speed, and flying

Off into the open blue

No sign of death, no children crying

But surely this is soon

Crack, off into the air

The wind not complying

But soon the bell will toll

And with starts the crying

And with that, dug is another hole

But this new feeling is not so new

This wet and this cold

I know now what it is…

The boat shot, the mast has fallen