Oh! Ropes of flesh tie now my wings
And lonesome, whistles Sailor’s harbor,
With smell of blood and ancient manors
And drums of train in silent violins,

In wooden crowns I batter down the oceans,
With heavy lead daggers in my chest
And quietly all rest, no other smile:
No tears, no blood, just cautious steps,

Unwrap my body, stone by stone
And blow in winds that sails crack,
No sailor here, no captain on the deck
No living soul, no king, no throne…