Sling me under the sea. <br />Pack me down in the salt and wet. <br />No farmer’s plow shall touch my bones. <br />No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak <br />How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth. <br />Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, <br />Purple fish play hide-and-seek, <br />And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea, <br />Down on the floors of salt and wet. <br />Sling me … under the sea.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bones-2/
