The Ship Poem by Noureddine Ben Alouane

We're still on the ship, sailing
Through barbarian seas, waiting
Across fierce storms, making
Our silly way to somewhere
To somewhere like...a shore

We're alone squeaking crawling
Over glue tiding ocean, growing
Our humbleness for unwilling
To heal up lost men and loosing
Humanity, losing...some more

Windy wounds whistle we winding
In rushing orbit hardly bearing us
To its chilly bosom but never ending
Fear that swelled our hearts as those veils
Tattered our dreams...scattered our core

The circle never went vicious but we
Vicious mind is but a rotten spear
That fights the crippled monster in me
This life is that ship sinking in the sea
Spitting our hopes...we longly bore

Unlike waves unlike storms unlike thunder
Unlike typhoons so cute but I...still wonder
My thoughts now a wreck my being now a breeze
Seeking light seeking a flame a spark a mere blaze
That's all... all or almost...nothing more