-track from the beam- 

Sounding—

The line is lyrical.

Sea-song drops by the waterline in drenched 

Academics.  Men sea-salted.

Three of bone shaped of the same 

Romance of the whale.

Sounding—

Deep waters through all the salts of all the seas 

Come to embrace.

Canvas comes to cleat, comes to heart,

Points to weather. 

Shanty:

"It's a-dreaming that I am — fathoms down,

fathoms..."   Now

Strike the mutes, boys!—   Now, crescendo!

Here, hear the clicking strains of the hangman's
Rope strung at the yardarm over the waters where
The whales sound and breach.


                                   of Ben and Peter on Herman