by Stevie Smith 



Nobody heard him, the dead man

But still he lay moaning

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning



Old man, he always loved looking

And now he's dead

It must have been too cold for him

His heart gave way, they said



Oh no, no it was too cold always

And still the dead one lay moaning

And I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning