i have seen the endless waves breaking
on my vessel's side
ten thousand silver whales laboring
in the shifting tide
now i near the bottom
tangled in the mast
i go to meet the crewmen
on a thousand ships of glass
see the soldiers' bodies twisted
in the crimson snow
see the farmers' graves positioned
neatly in their rows
no grave for the swallowed sailor
for fisherman and slaves
no grave for the swallowed whalers
who whisper on the waves
down i go
down i go
down to meet them all