Surfin' on the coastals,

Get that feeling from the marshals,

They are watching in the closeness,

Through the mistiness,

The murk of the bottle's cork,

Jerked up, back, beyond the moon,

And they fall, the soldiers, one by one,

Line by line, I see the stars,

And the rain,

My soul,

Seoul,

Dead

on a beach, somewhere – Location: Earth.

_____________________________________________a poem by Rowan.