In the horizonless now Lies the beginning Or the End – In this winter of my Discontent I let my eyes water In the wind – A wave rises Before it Falls Only to rise again – So rise battered face And make ready broken feet Your wearer Your Captain Stands

At dawn, there was a burial at sea Only one attended; none gathered in a crowd It was a burial, a burial for me – I, as the priest, did make one final plea That to the depths this body would fall, never to reach heaven’s cloud At dawn, there was a burial at sea…