i have seen the endless waves breaking on my vessels 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