Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledgeThe dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeathAn embassy. Their numbers as he watched,Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.
And wrecks passed without sound of bells,The calyx of death’s bounty giving backA scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,The portent wound in corridors of shells.
Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;And silent answers crept across the stars.
Compass, quadrant and sextant contriveNo farther tides ... High in the azure steepsMonody shall not wake the mariner.This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.
*Thanks to my friends Howard and Michele Hall for sharing their amazing sperm whale video on Vimeo.