I see a mansard roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eaves,
The ground beneath my feet –
The hot garbage and concrete.
And now the tops of buildings,
I can see them too.
I see a mansard roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eaves,
The ground beneath my feet –
The hot garbage and concrete.
And now the tops of buildings,
I can see them too.
The Argentines collapse in defeat,
The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet,
The ground beneath their feet
Is a nautically-mapped sheet
As thin as paper
While it slips away from view.