the last wave of the sea

the whale was born
when I was born,
but he is dead,
while I still live.
his long bones
rustle on shipwrecks
while I ride a boat way above.

the sugar factory by the shore
was born when I was born,
but now it is dead,
while I still live.
it used to make sweetness that filled
a beautiful woman’s mouth,
but now it is abandoned
and the woman only eats salt.
all the factory does is face the sea.

a wave was born
when I was born,
but it is dead,
while I still live.
long ago, it appeared in an instant,
curled up and reared like a horse,
but now it is gone.
my boat divides
a distant relative of that wave.

I am still here,
in a boat on the sea,
while the whale, sugar factory,
and wave are all dead.
for a while I think about them,
then I am gone too,
while the boat keeps circling.
one day even the boat is gone,
with the last wave of the sea close behind.