“now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence…”

what must a sailor do when utterly alone?
when all other sea mates have abandoned ship?
everyone swallowed into the tempest of water,
each one devoid of spirit, all but thee?

what must this old seamen do
when forgotten even by sirens, by the sea?
neither do heavenly bodies want you
nor the currents, tides, waves or breeze.

goodbye, our ol’ captain, my good master!
like thy mates must you dive, must you leap!
have you no longer a hull, nor a crew…
a salty treasure must become of thee.


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