Leonard Cohen - "The Warrior Boats" 

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The warrior boats from Portugal

Strain at piers with ribs exposed

And seagull generations fall

Through the wood anatomy

But in the town, the town

Their passion unimpaired

The beautiful dead crewman

Go climbing in the lanes

Boasting poems and bitten coins

Handsome bastards

What do they care

If the Empire has withered

To half a peninsula

If the Queen has the King’s Adviser

For her last and seventh lover

Their maps have not changed

Thighs still are white and warm

New boundaries have not altered

The marvellous landscape of bosoms

Nor a Congress relegated the red mouth

To a foreign district

Then let the ships disintegrate

At the edge of the land

The gulls will find another place to die

Let the home ports put on mourning

And little clerks

Complete the necessary papers

But you swagger on, my enemy sailors

Go climbing in the lanes

Boasting your poems and bitten coins

Go knocking on all the windows of the town

At one place you will find my love

Asleep and waiting

And I cannot know how long

She has dreamed of all of you

Oh remove my coat gently

From her shoulders.