The sinkers

And as they floated along in the sea

They crushed and they rattled the strong and the weak

They pushed down the half-lives,they pushed down the dead

They pulled up the sinkers and roped them to me

I dragged them behind us for week after week

I was parched, chapped and my skin raw and red

The water was lessened, the water was burned

The sinker were draggened, the sinkers cried out

They cried for the salt that stung their ripped skin

The sea how it frothled, it sprayed and it churned

Their muscles were weakened, their mouths filled with trout

Though the fish didn’t fill them they were still thin

The rope stretched to ribbon, the rope stretched to thread

The sinkers were screaming, “Oh, please let us sink!”

My skin shred and burned from the sun and its rays

But they floated behind me the rest of my days