Néarly Wreoked.
Nearly wrecked, nearly reaohed the time
or finai ébb, whon the seas give out
And only the rustie of surf on the shore
Brings the sound of the pasti the climb
Done, and men unmoved by the shout
Of leaders; touch of the wind too raw
On cheoks; nearly wreoked, all speech.
Noarly reached, the:time when hills
Look down in silence on tho iron tracks
And canals and heape of slag, to teach
No more surprises; the valloye and the mills
Like dead mon faces down, their backs
To the lighto Nearly done, in heart and limb;
Facès grotesque, voices squeaking, hips
Protruding, gawky walks, ien made
From faotory-yarda, afraid to speak, to skim
The air with their hands, to open 1ips
And sing, afraid to show the flame latd
At their birth; women afraid to unveil
Their Bex; afraid to cooks knowing no quiet;
Afraid to look ups afraid of the sky.
Nearly wrecked, the chance to apoak the talo
God had in mind for us; unknown the riot
of the hoart; nearly reached, the time to die.