Boston Molasses Flood

Light, on a winter sun arise
With an azure cold and bright
And my sisters spin and stride

The Bay, like a ship toward it stray
In my mind to dance and sway
But my feet, the street, they stay

Sound, like a girdle pulled around
Takes my breath and weighs me down
Like a burden, like a crown

Copp's hill, horses drag their weight still
Cobblestones and Paul Revere's home
Seagulls rise over Ironsides
Shadow falls, molasses tank walls loom
A sudden noise blooms

Rooms, they collapse and consume
Trapped like rats within
Rail, elevated from the gale
Sees the city swim
Face, I turn to meet the Grace
And it takes me up within
Light, in the Mercy, all's right
And it takes me home again

Light, in the Mercy, all's right
And it takes me home again
Light, in the Mercy, all's right
And it takes me home again



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Bauman
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