Upon the wicker boat I lie
Allow my blood to petrify
I caterwaul as graves pass by-
They’re cracked to dust by time.
I float down rivers thick with dreams
The waters black with dead mens’ schemes
Fish of legends swim between
My feet, and I am drowning.
The petriglass beneath my toes
Reveals murky depths and flows
Of sifting sands and sunken woes,
I walk the plank of mourning.
It is a tattered wooden thing
Sanded down by sighs and screams
In waters below, a treasure gleams-
I plunge below.
Below, below, the petriglass
My ankles twine with nacreous grass
Mother-of-pearl, it holds me fast
Twenty thousand leagues, I’m sinking.