ford.
July 1950, The Captain is the Whale
So damn my eyes as the water is unblessed
Draw dirt and gore from Sagamore
Draw feathers on my chest
The sun spills summer on summer on summer
On where you rest
But I'll love you even more
When I am sure there's nothing left
So hoot and wail as each chapter is unveiled
Take heart and joy from Monomoy
Cut calico and shale
The wind whips higher and higher and higher
As we inhale
The boatswain is the captain
And the captain is the whale
Just drift and let me sail
I raise my hand, I hold my throat
I choose to hide, to live inside
A corridor of ghosts
And as they re gathering, gathering, gathering
By your bed
I'll urge this congregation
To forgive me when I'm dead