great white puffs of lumbering buffalo blanket the fishbowl sky and i am tired i sip my tea and sniff the ocean not but an hour from now i will be home swing me low mark me a coward the whims of the west must die here is the resting ground here is my smile my pink little toes death to the civilized death to the civilized death when all want masquerades as need the marbled godwit line the coast i grasp for my straw cap i m lashed to my brave little raft the waves do toss this worthy vessel impress on my tiny brain this strange and dangerous beauty i feel it s scale i feel its industry making a flea of us and dusting us off and talks in a hush a little disappointed death to the civilized death to the civilized death when all want masquerades as need