They made them walk across hot coals
broke their bones and tried to take their souls,
recapturing the life that was lost to them.

The matinee had finished late,
the mariners left to their fate
the curtain fell like rain upon a desert,
drinking it in greedily to douse the
flames eternally
they rose again in unity to sing
in perfect harmony
and the flames had lit another way into a
start but not another day,
into a day like no other day had even been before and
a door that shuts can open up, a key
a prayer, a loving cup,
a drink to make me think that
life's not so bad after all.