The Dire Wolf

In that September off Isle Aux Mort's
The desultory sea grew more so through the night
And made one think of tawny ports
And aspen tremblin' in tomorrow's thorough light

And of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleepin' and done with actin'
Past the dire wolf's lair, on Newfoundland's paws
Close to nowhere, halfway across

Never more here, expanse gettin' broader
Though bigger boats been, done by this water
Though better boats been, done by this water
Though better boats been, done by less water

In that September off Isle Aux Mort's
Colorable seas grew more so through the night
And made one think of, yawnin' shores
Gambier bleached in tomorrow's thorough light

And of the Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleepin' they learned to love sleep
At the dire wolf's crest, the Newfoundland paused
Desolates best, was gotten across

We were never more here, expanse gettin' broader
When better boats been, done by this water

At the dire wolf's best, the Newfoundland paused
So desperate as to be a lost cause

You were never more here, expanse gettin' broader
When better boats been, done by this water
When bigger boats been, done by less water

And better boats been, done by this water
When bigger boats been, done by less water
And better boats been, done by this water