The symbols in St. Petersburg are vast
Although the Neva’s short, it’s deep and wide
The city used to flood in days gone past
But now, it stands against the Baltic’s tide
Though flowing time engulfs a different fear
It floods the streets with symbols of the day
They may not be the icons we revere
But icons of life’s water have a way
Of shifting like the currents of the sea
While fleets of people drift upon their waves
Perhaps they show a different depth to me
Although we all sail on to shallow graves
They may be pretty boxes, but they’re tombs
The moisture of St. Petersburg consumes.