The Mariner

Are you on the better end of this line, my friend?

I see a glint out there in the black

Out on the spine of the great beast

 

I am the shore-body on the sand

Wistfully drawing my eyes towards the horizon

With a cigarette in my hand

 

Are you the mariner on that horizon

Wistfully drawing your eyes toward the sand

With a harpoon in your hand?