Holy man on the pier
He’s the longest man at sea
He’s got a bucket of blood
To draw in the meatier fish
He whispers to the water
I am so sorry so so sorry
It don’t make a difference
They’re still getting got
10 shining gauntlets
Hands still attached
Flappering on the planks
One long deathrattle
I kick them back in
They move away
Like sentient bullets
Metal in the clear vein
He looks on me
Shakes his head
See his starving eyes
His family in them
Hear your namesake
Said over grace
It is not grace
They are saying
