Lost at sea, in a fog of stinking br Sorrow drifts a derelict boat, br Wreck of a bum sinking br Slow. Few remnants of thinking br Survive, to debris of memory cling afloat. br br Cracked limbs hanging slump br From his hunched bulk. br Life-dreams die, in lumps br Crumbling his hull, clumps br Drying on the decks of a listing hulk. br br br To M.M., hope you’re OK now.br br e.e.