Harper

On the broken tide, we watch the poor, huddled in line, it's cold for the season, their sons and daughters, share one main reason, on the starboard side, the missing are sought, won't need an inquiry, others shiver in the lee, their ship has left port, they look tired of being, worry about the time, about being caught, in some populist drive, what it teaches, is to buttress the law, expect no welcome sea, weather the storm.