The Whaler

As the scene unwinds
Pushing me forever forward
Drawing me back

I fix my eyes
On the far off sea
And the waves that roll forward to the beach
I fix my eyes on the sea

There was a great Whaler
Floating down from the east
Wrecked on the sand
Strewn across the flooded land

Its sails wrapped around the wiry trees
Flapping there in the spring breeze
And all the bits of place and paper
Were blowing

As the storm unwinds
Pushing ever forwards
Taking it all back

The black waves came pounding on the beach
They took the sails and all they reached
And all the butcher's knives, harpoons and lives
Were swirling out into the deep