Seaspin

“To drown to be slow hair
To be fish minstrelry
One eye to flick and stare
The fathomed wreck to see –
Forever down to drown
Descend the squid's conclave
Black roof the whale's belly
Oyster floor the grave –

My sea-ghost ride
And slower hair
Silverstreaks my eyes
Up up I whirl
And wonder where –

To breathe in Neptune's cup
Nudge gale and tempest
Feel the mermaid up
To stay to pin my hair
On the sea-horse's stirrup –” (Corso, 1960: 13)

CORSO, Gregory (1960). The Happy Birthday Of Death. New York: A New Directions Paperbook.