The staggering deck
Dips and stomachs us up
Laid between chair legs and tables.
Outside foam heckles the hull
Beneath, monotonous engines
Vibrate, loud as elephants.
A duty free crowd celebrate:
Snuggling close, we try to ignore
The bellowed laughter.
Carpeted steel slams our backs,
Singing, liquid as Guinness,
Lulls us to sleep.
Bleak dawn through Customs.
The black of our clothes is a passport.
Then ordering wreaths, drinking tea.
Mourning through a haze of exhaustion.
There was hot soup
After the icy graveyard.
Return was a much calmer crossing.