The Appeal of the Master Dredger
This house must know that the iron mouth
Of the dredging machine
May soon fall silent
And that the riverbed will rise up again
It won't be satiated
This house must know of the feeling
Of lungs of iron
And of the decay
Of a multitude
Of songs sung by sirens
This house must know
Of the loss
Of the vital spark
Writer/s: Colleen Collins, David White