Sad whales. (sea side funeral)

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