Seen From The Terrace Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Seen from the Terrace

The misty weather over Cascais persists
there is no wind and silky rain falls.
Three old freighters must be 34-40 years old,
anchored in the smooth water in the bay.
There is a third wave lurking in the streets
we, the old sit indoors except when going to
the bank to pay bills or to the grocery shop,
that is open during the day.
I notice the ships are Panama registered
old ships usually are, cheap wages and standard,
Sometimes the old ships are abandoned
by the owners, the crew left both penniless
and hungry.
The last journey will be in a town in
the Bay of Bengal, and slowly turned Into nails and
other undignified objects.