THE GOOD SHIP WILLIAM ALLEN

 

Admiral gone to sea,
Crew adrift on land,
Bereft?
Wrong word.
Tears, to be sure,
Mixed with blasphemous, holy laughter
As the “fun” is put in “Funeral”
And sea chanties and sea tales give friends
An hour of smiles and mirth
As his darling daughter, eyes asparkle
Tells of boats, gardens, steeples, seasmoke and songs.
“Row, row, row your boat” toward death’s dark waters.

We few, honored listeners still ashore
Hear the glory filled testimony of death’s stingless defeat
And the grave’s lost victory -
The precious, positive rite of passage
Of the Good Ship William Allen.