Ile Saint Sebastien

on Île Saint Sébastien,

there lived a one-eyed man

he lived in hues of gold and green

and died by nature's hand

on Île Saint Sébastien,

the man kept a one-eyed cat

it lived on, years beyond the man

and kept his house intact

on Île Saint Sébastien,

there’s built a small stone house

it’s stood through rain and flood and hell

and seen the stars burn out

on Île Saint Sébastien,

there’s no story to be told

how winds do weave and waters weep

since before the rock was old

on Île Saint Sébastien,

the pebbles float aloft

for on Île Saint Sébastien,

nature’s own act, nature’s forgot.