Not Waving, but drowning- Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but downing.

 

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

 

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.

 

 

This poem is dedicated to all those who have been affected by sexual violence and were forced to carry on and act like everything was okay, who hope one day that the world is changed for the better and that all the bloodshed and pain will be at an end. 

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