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Voyage

Shan, Han

How pitiful, people bobbing through life,

Adrift, scratching their days on the aimless prow.

Yet they call this business, substance, profession-

And ageless decades pass to oldest age.

All this they do to gorge the clothes they fill,

To sate their black, delusionary eyes.

A ghost ship carries them, stuffed with beasts,

And the sea-road whirls them hellward.