The Long Delay
On glittering morning sea I saw a u-boat surface
covered in barnacles and seaweed.
On its bridge the captain looking onto shore with
his binocular, scanning the land for enemy activity.
He saw me and I waved, this he took as sign to
attack and fired off a torpedo.
On aqua marine a white stripe, and the torpedo
ploughed into a sandbank but didn´t explode.
The captain shrugged climbed down into his boat
closed the hatch and gave order to dive.
The skipper and his crew, had waited sixty years
for a vital radio signal: Go back to base.