Standing now, mid-ship on a starboard tack,
Close hauled, just aft of the flogging Genoa’s lee,
Clutching a shroud as I peer in the black-
Ness of night upon the lonely high seas.
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A fine, evocative poem: man alone with nature, the sea, and death. I enjoyed reading it!