After And death shall have no dominion by Dylan Thomas
A Pushkin sonnet or Onegin stanza
"I never had a pot to piss in!"
‒ the sailor cursed as he went down ‒
"Goodbye to debt, goodbye to kissing,
goodbye to every girl in town!"
A silence settled on the water.
Beyond that phosphorescent border
between oblivion and the sky,
he whispered as the depths rose by:
"I know my spirit will continue ‒
although this piece of flesh is done
yet madness withers in the sun.
Remember me, for I am with you,
a lodestar and a wheeling guide
whose bones are rattling through the tide."