The guard

  Along the sea the black
  Stands the unknown fighter
  In the old gray coat
  With the Schmeisser gun
  Thrown on his back

  Observe the fine horizon lines
  The blurring space of dawn and night
  Open waves, rolling thunder
  A tanker in case of emergency
  Burning oil and bitter smoke

  I'll get the sailors out
  your children are waiting
  Your wives feel strange disturbances
  Hold out some moments
  Your General Guardian Angel!

  7/7/2023
  Heiner