Like gangsters they work in the silence of dark
energies infamously leave their mark
shadows of sinfulness reach out and fall
Taiji’s police state is always on call
the banger boats sail on the oceans so calm
the drives under way, all, can sense the harm
the evil is out there, we feel it a lot
our sonar is damaged we are sensitively shot
the birth of those anguished
they come with the tide
surfacing submerging no where to hide
the cove as the skiffs on the chess board
do score
the realization that we are at war
we are now part of a bitter affray
and soon will be murdered
and lost in the spray
the gaffs and the hooks
and the pithing will be
probably actually the last
things we see