The ship in the storm

The bellows
That fanned the flames,
Of the fire,
beneath the ships storm-soaked-deck.

Kept the powder man,
and the traveller,
Some-what-well.

Faces
flickering,
In the damp and pouring dark.

The ship,
swayed and tumbled on
In a rock-a-bye-song.

Playing on

Relentlessly innocent,
Of the jealous elements,

Rising up against it.