Last Words of the Mariner

Lying here in this life’s final berth, No longer escaping to the sea. If the greatest lie of all is not birth, Death is life’s great treachery. I think back to the times I spent Sifting through the briny deep, Deeply inhaling the saliferous scent, Pleasure enough to make one weep. The grave awaits me, I now admit, As mortality is seeping through. For if eternity is not a infinite pit, I hope it ends in the quenching blue.