SLING me under the sea. Pack me down in the salt and wet. No farmer's plow shall touch my bones. No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth. Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, Purple fish play hide-and-seek, And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea, Down on the floors of salt and wet. Sling me . . . under the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AT THE WEDDING MARCH by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS |