Mansard Roof
I see a mansard roof through the treesI see a salty message written in the eavesThe ground beneath my feetThe hot garbage and concreteAnd now the tops of buildings, I can see them too
The Argentines collapse in defeatThe admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleetThe ground beneath their feetIs a nautically-mapped sheetAs thin as paperWhile it sinks away from view