Farewell Men Of Kursk
Beneath the white-foamed sea
our brethren lay
amidst the dank wet grate and cold cold pipe.
‘Tis their final resting place
within this world –
so very very cold is life and death at sea.
O merciful God,
lay your hand upon their young heads
and gather them to your shores.
Embrace their families, their sweethearts
and shine among them evermore.
Hear us-Hear us O Lord
For they are our brethren
Enemy by war;
Brother by creed.
Our faces grim,
we bow our heads.
Hand Salute.
Farewell.
Men of Kursk

Amy Cole 8/21/00