The old Lady sleeps

No one remembers her

And what she once knew

Now only the dead keep

The drowned are thirsty

For metal rumours

Abyssal prayers

And the creaking of  keel

Anything’s small talk

When you have centuries

When futures and expectancies

Weigh nothing anymore

And at night they sing

In a rotting shells choir

That age lost its flower

In vain do you shed tears

When in ‘em you  swim forever