funny poem

rocked in the cradle of the deep
love me at last, or if you will not
a pen of steel
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
are you alive?
when the wind works against us in the dark
when a deed is done for freedom
which keeps
do not turn your head
once this soft turf
softly now the light of day
do the boys and girls still go
when i was a boy at college