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."
RJT
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