I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned?

Look at my knees,     That island rising from the steamy seas!     The candles a tall lightship; my two hands     Are boats and barges anchored to the sands,     With mighty cliffs all round;     They're full of wine and riches from far lands....     I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?     I can make caves,     By lifting up the island and huge waves     And storms, and then with head and ears well under     Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder,     A bull-of-Bashan sound.     The seas run high and the boats split asunder....     I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?     The thin soap slips     And slithers like a shark under the ships.     My toes are on the soap-dish, that's the effect     Of my huge storms; an iron steamer's wrecked.     The soap slides round and round;     He's biting the old sailors, I expect....     I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?