Marie Celeste

The table is laid and untouched Blankets of silence hold sway, The table is laid and untouched, Day becomes day after day The lamplight’s burning out. The floorboards creak and shrink The lamplight’s burning out, Yet Marie she does not sink. Her structure towers strong, Unflustered by passing time, Her structure towers strong, With timbers robbed of shine. The curtains sheathed with dust, Portholes caked with salt, The curtains sheathed with dust Within this floating vault. No helmsman at the wheel, No rats play in the grain, No helmsman at the wheel, No sails to hoist again. Becalmed and graveyard still Upon the glassy sea Becalmed and graveyard still Their fate a mystery The occupants of space Weathering quiet grief, The occupants of space. Stole by some master thief. Who walked upon her decks? Who climbed her mizzen mast? Who walked upon her decks? And saw what came to pass? Where have the people gone? Blankets of silence hold sway, Where have the people gone? Where have they gone away? A ghost ship of the night, By day she is no less, A ghost ship of the night, The dead Marie Celeste.