They say it’s going to be this generation’s Blitz
And it’s sure to be a direct hit on some survivors of the last one
Like a spiky floating mine that will tear breath to bits
There’s a new big C which we face together or lonesome
And a world war film to watch in which the enemy is not called Fritz
The Cruel Sea, The Cruel C
Where’s the ‘I’ in this storm?;
Waving or drowning in the swell?
Will the torpedo or the depth charge
Lead us into hell?
And will we bury our humanity all at sea
Or uncover it whilst downing planes
And breathing deeper together one day;
Having learnt from the Cruel C how to be well?