On the green ocean

On the green ocean,

stone ships, wrecked rudderless,

drift

like broken fronds.

I hear the voices,

torn rags

still attached to their rigging.

I hear their words

but no sense;

unpeopled,

they are but yearning yawps.

I see their toil, lives‘ cares,

green now,

green forever

their wakes’ ripples.