The guard
Along the sea the black
Stands the unknown fighter
In the old gray coat
With the Schmeisser gun
Thrown on his back
Observe the fine horizon lines
The blurring space of dawn and night
Open waves, rolling thunder
A tanker in case of emergency
Burning oil and bitter smoke
I'll get the sailors out
your children are waiting
Your wives feel strange disturbances
Hold out some moments
Your General Guardian Angel!
7/7/2023
Heiner