Furious Poseidon

On an empty beach
lonely a border collie waits
for his master to play.
Poseidon is furious:
foaming and howling.
How could they escape?
Our ,,Greeks’’ and ,,Trojans’’ are gone
Our ,,Scandinavians’’ a long way home
Is their longship still at the horizon?
Rain’s in our heart;
peace is our part.