A South Sea island man, when he grows old, with none to care for,
rather than have a son discover him
with sagging jaw, cold-bodied, breathless, still,
shoves out a little boat, alone,
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This blew me away. Thanks for posting it. My darkest poem, 'The Man Who Cried' - is about being in Seattle in the rainy season.