Lost at sea, in a fog of stinking <br />Sorrow drifts a derelict boat, <br />Wreck of a bum sinking <br />Slow. Few remnants of thinking <br />Survive, to debris of memory cling afloat. <br /> <br />Cracked limbs hanging slump <br />From his hunched bulk. <br />Life-dreams die, in lumps <br />Crumbling his hull, clumps <br />Drying on the decks of a listing hulk. <br /> <br /> <br />To M.M., hope you’re OK now.<br /><br />e.e. wilholt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michael-going-down/
