The Subhuman
I am becalmed, lost to nothing,
Warm weather and holocaust.

Left to die by two good friends,
Abandoned me and put to sleep.
Left to die by two good friends,
Tears of God flow as I bleed.

So, ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here's my addled dream:
See me in the blue-sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.

Oyster boys are swimming for me now.
Save me from the death-like creatures.

Oyster boys are swimming now,
Hear them chatter on the tide.
We understand, we understand,
But fear is read and so do I.

So, ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here's my addled dream:
See me in the blue-sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.

Oyster boys are swimming for me,
Just one deal is what we made, now.

Forest keys and whirlwind cold,
Green keys, too, and keys of gold,
And even locks that won't explode,
When the skies become a scroll.

So, ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here is my addled dream:
See me in the blue-sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.

from Secret Treaties, 1974