What a flash in the pan, I real deserted place,
Suddenly yesterday is today, and a laugh in my face;
I been around the block, more like the globe,
And my liken to Sisyphus and Job.
I get an extra helping of torture,
Because when I can't die, I have to endure;
When a man can experience scurvy, and watch his shipmates feed on one another,
It's the survivor that lives to face their mother.
I have been to the doldrums through past history,
And modern cyclones' massive power maybe a mystery;
But when the land finally parted the sea,
My legs walked, and there was me.
The Oceans, the Seas, the Lochs and more,
It seemed an ancient one, as I am, had adorned;
I discovered field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Reminded of a poet, quarantined, and able to confide in.
So once again, around the modern trek,
Settle to a place where love is of most respect;
And to Keats, I give that poet's name, into Antiquity,
"La Belle Dame sans Merci".
