Wave-prints of seas that writhed on sand
As an unsurmounted dread?
Whose were they, could we put a name
To the face like 'Tasman'; 'Red'?
All is shore, wreck of ages on.
Blown curse; whiff of rum tale.
Hovers hot, like a mind's imprint
What wet, was which crew's bale?
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