"Not Waving but Drowning"

Stevie Smith

   
  Nobody heard him, the dead man,
  But still he lay moaning:
  I was much further out than you thought

 

And not waving but drowning.

 

 

 

Poor chap, he always loved larking

 

And now he's dead
  It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

 

They said.
   
  Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
  (Still the dead one lay moaning)
  I was much too far out all my life

 

And not waving but drowning.