Skeletal remains lay haphazardly
On a seabed far below the surface
His skull, spine, and rib cage alike
Shelter fish and prawn in dark murkiness

He hated laying dead against the seawall
He thought and trhought, trying to recall

Recalling first, the horrible float
Before his body slipped down under
Gulls plucking flesh his face and eyes
A sailing accident, to his fateful blunder

He hated laying dead after the fall
He thought and thought, trying to recall

Further back, to that tropical storm
The unsecured mast crashing his head
Throwing his body so far overboard
That's when he knew, he was hopelessly dead

Yet he hated laying there, since the fall
He thought and thought, trying to recall

Recalling back, to that bright summer sky
Sailing the ocean's vast open space
Standing at the helm, canvas puffed and billowed
While fresh seabreezes caressed his face

He loved that freedom and clean sweet air
So he held the thought, trying to stay there