And so, Ulysses
you take your last
great voyage
coins on your eyes
to pay the ferryman
respite, yes,
and rest you shall have,
forever more, the
song of Circe soothing
your troubled breast
no more, no more the
tide will rise to swallow
you and all your words,
your worlds,
yet undiscovered
so bright, the diamond-
treasure your coffers will hold
at the end of your journey,
tempest tossed, my fellow,
my friend, my brother, my baby child,
flesh of my flesh
rest and cry no more,
a chara, mo chroi
