Down in the oceans,
Where no light will pass,
Lives a creature of silence,
Long, sleek, and fast.

It roams through the darkness,
Not making a sound,
In hopes that it's presence,
By no one be found.

Beneath it's thick skin,
Of metal turned black,
Lives the heart of this killer,
Poised for attack.

Each cell has a function,
All working as one,
To keep the beast moving,
Their job never done.

These life giving forms,
Down on submarines,
Are the best in the world,
I'm sure you'd agree.

We're not here as mongers,
Of war and melee,
Just doing our jobs,
To keep the world free.

So keep us in mind,
When you're home safe and snug,
Just remember we're out there,
Somewhere, on a sub.

D.W. Norris
12 March 1984