Dark vessels within a vessel

Drift through dark water

In a fate worse than slaughter

Where the sounds of iron clank

Across the plank

And packed bodies in the abyss

Breathe in salt and feces

Bodies beaten by the breeze

Where their blanket is the mist

In which they freeze

And with every breath

Some pray for death

To pull them out of hell

To fly them home

And leave an empty shell

For fortune smiles on those who died

To never know the tale

The deeper thrashing of the hide

That follows every sale

In a black and bleak market

Where men and women are sold

Their heavy hearts worth more

Than their exchange in gold

In the heart of darkness

#darkwater