On a commissioned keel his merchant hull Serves the world’s commerce in the riches of Time Severing the foam of a great land-locked sea To reach unknown harbour lights in distant climes And open markets for life’s opulent arts, Rich bales, carved statuettes, hued canvases, And jewelled toys brought for an infant’s play And perishable products of hard toil And transient splendours won and lost by the days.
