Drowned by death

As Stevie Smith played inner feelings
Man would be drowned by death alone,
Cold and too far away from the crowd.

What a lark , drowning man would say
And he would say no no like car wiper
To  desperate rain on an asphalt road.

The man would look like going down
But flap arms as if waving to a crowd.
Mark,he was not waving but drowning.

He was not larking, as he went down
Nor would eyes sea-change to pearls.
He was just being drowned by death.

(Reference is to Stevie Smith’s poem “Not waving but Drowning”)

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