Apples and Snails On A Boat

wind and rain
and the crazy mate
ate the rope
got no hope

only waves to eat
only waves to see
already ate the mate

far gone, too far gone
too far from shore

mourning rope and
all the stores ruined
nothing left I stare at
walls which are planks
which are dikes holding
back the sea

I'll leave the apples
a sacrifice of nothing
covered all god-ready
with slime
at least the snails are
at home

so far from dirt I'll
probably dry up, turn
to dust and
blow away