Sarcophagus I bound my wrists with silver wire And dove into the night-time sea And in the whirl of currents there I saw the soul that I made be My vortex there my storm of storms In water black as oil and tar Bitumen used to pave my heart And bulwark only I can mar Sarcophagus of asphalt black My refuge in the endless day And not a crack that may be found - Not even I do know the way I think I m stuck here well interred And sealed in my incarnate tomb I ll scream my words beyond the walls Within the pitch my casket-room So in the sea I gently sink For trapped within my coffin-life I ll beat against my pavement walls To match the sound of drum and fife