With thinly arms
Men beating on drums
See thoughts reflect back
From the ripples in the water
With each rain drop
(Their eyes closed)
Black sails set
Against a muddled sun
A morose sea
Fog drifting in
The sad whales sing
The corpse:
Blind folded
Smokes his last cigarette
Mutters goodbyes
To loved ones
With his hands tied:
Raises his fists
As the thunder haunts the air
Still
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