Tired of turning blue as slate
my soul came up for air.
The wreckage of the Pequod
lay tangled in my hair.

I combed out Captain Ahab
and that gold coin from the mast.
I can’t find Stubb or Starbuck.
Things are happening pretty fast.

Got harpoons in my eyelids,
seaweed in my ears.
You’ll have to listen for me,
I’ve been under all these years.