While the vacant edge might offend the sea

No appointment is necessary
For this mortician sleeping in
Muttered anguish

So many fingers will hold you down 
For only so long
After that you can but grunt in the sculptured forfeit
Of a jealous vessel

Remember though once the rescue is declared heavier 
Than clearly prudent
The hut on the shore will rise even
As the house falls

Enlist the sympathy of the mournful papers
If you wish
Though the slower bayonets will wreak havoc
Greater than those serial promises of denial 

Though leper suitor I may be the
Brevity of my advances was matched only by
Your breath