Watery Graves

Hundreds of sailors

Their lives slip away

As their lungs fill with icy death

The ship has gone down

There is no land in sight

No one will survive

From the cold and the waves

Torpedo finds its mark

Hundreds die for the cause

Ocean claims what now it owns

Bodies travel in legions of corpses

On a never ending journey

Bobbing and bowing

At the whim of the ocean

Decaying and bloated

Food for the fish

How long will they travel

Following the current

Until their bodies snag on some land

Sometimes they are submerged

And fish eat the flesh to the bone

Sometimes they are bloated

Easy prey for birds who peck at organs exposed

An eternal journey through watery graveyards

Even now submerged

Torpedo finds its mark

Hundreds die for the cause

Ocean claims what now it owns

Dog tags are rusting

Uniforms rotting

Eyeballs float out the skull

No peace for these deceased

Journey into hell

No one will remember

When all men have fell

Pale forms roll and somersault

Too far down to be clearly seen

Their corrupted faces

Better defined as they rise

The dead in dozens

Crab-picked and fish peeked

Their remaining flesh scarcely

Sitting on their bones

Their hair is swaying loosely in the current

Their heads lull and dance on rotting neck muscles

The sea looses possession

With each wave a lifeless shell

Spat out by the sea to stink for a while

And be stripped by the gulls

Picked at by crabs

The flies buzz in and out

Laying eggs that turn into maggots

The maggots feast on what the gulls leave behind

To one sprout wings and fly away too

Stripped by the gulls

Picked at by crabs

The flies buzz in and out

Their flesh crawl with maggots