The Atlantic Ocean Has A Numbness Poem by Jacques De Boys

Where waves travel with the slightest of worry. 
Can I think it carries a sorrow?  
It is full of a darken misery. 

How can it sail those boats so easily? No one captain
is as sea sick as that ocean. In its deep delve earth holds
a few dead weights. 

I don't know if its brain holds a fond memory, but Guineamen 
threatened to die there before. The insured crops, their bodies,
a terrible mission suppressed to the feet of the sea.

However, no beverage is better than that ocean's beverage. 
No fish suffers from those dull shackles, but, they too, have a 
vow to slavery. 

Give me love, books, wine, family, and some admired lonesome-  
I die a vicious death. 

Give it whole- there's no hope for a ocean that religions deaths.