The Thing that Made Search
      
   We looked at one another 
 Through the smoke 
 Through the growing dark 
 (May) the devil take the hindmost 
    Aye, an unseen thing stood 
 And cried upon the decks 
 Through planks of groaning wood 
 Right above our heads 
 And scrubbed at the woodwork   
 Now take the pipe right from your mouth! 
 At outmost tension, listen! Crouch! 
 Be aware of horrid powers! 
 Few moments seem like endless hours   
 With sheer destructive urge 
 A many-flapped thing strives 
 The thing that made search 
 Like raw flesh, but it was alive   
 Secure the fastening, aye 
 Brace yourselves 
 There's more to it than meets the eye