S. O. S.

They were a part of every sail,
and a part of every mast,
a part of every funnel,
that ever gave a warning blast,
on its way down the Mersey,
from the present,
to the past.

They were part of the Thetis,
built by Cammell Lairds,
and a part of every wartime convoy,
whose pleas for help,
were never heard.

They were the spirits,
of the sailors,
that were never properly laid to rest,
for ever stoking up the engines,
or polishing up the decks,
on all the ships,
that went missing,
without sending out,
an S. O. S.

By Terry Clarke