type of poem

i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
to some the fat gods
sun and wind and beat of sea
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
there is no flock, however watched and tended
it tells of good old times
as it
did you ever hear of
some of the hurts you have cured
beside a stricken field
there are gains for all our losses
there was a time in former years
when a deed is done for freedom
rocked in the cradle of the deep