A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers: Eyewitness

Still waiting for my saviour,

storms tear me limb from limb;

my fingers feel like seaweed...

I'm so far out I'm too far in.

I am a lonely man, my solitude is true

my eyes have borne stark witness

and now my nights are numbered, too.

I've seen the smiles on dead hands,

the stars shine, but they're not for me.

I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost...

I shine but, shining, dying,

I know that I am almost lost.

On the table lies blank paper

and my tower is built on stone

I only have blunt scissors,

I only have the bluntest home...

I've been the witness, and the seal of death

lingers in the molten wax that is my head.

When you see the skeletons

of sailing-ship spars sinking low

You'll begin to wonder if the points

of all the ancients myths

are solemnly directed straight at you...