In Wine All Is Good

White swans are lost Lost in a low tide with Their eyes focused Focused in an upward gaze while Their heavy feathers muddy so Muddy black and senile Are forcing that damn bird and Another bird go down deep Down to suffer in black sand Eyes of men are following Following the scene with their Hearts so cold and hollowing they Are looking silently Observing silently how the birds Freeze slowly and vainly They freeze to death while Losing all grace their Beautiful grace