sad death poem

the ships are lying in the bay
i saw with open eyes
what was it the engines said
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
there was a strangeness on your lips
with lips blood red and heart of stone
have you heard
in your flight
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
their beautiful hair
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
it tells of good old times
give me hunger