The Ancient Mariner

You float along 
at peace, at one. 
Drowning and drifting as the sun shines on. 
Ophelia had her garlands, you 
golden brown. 

You float along 
with frozen fingertips. 
Shoes colliding softly 
with broken bottles and fag ends. 
Parting the waveless water.
 
You float along 
numbed from long before. 
In silence the ducks pass 
casting an irritated glance 
at what inconvenience you've caused. 

You float along 
unknowing but to one. 
Until you settle 
on a dusty river bed. 
Your crave for always. stone cold and dead. 

Inspired by the true story of a heroin addict, whose body was discarded in the Victoria Park canals many years ago.