Flinders sees me come and go, sees me sail my way to the home
Of Messrs Young and Jackson, sees me pass by as I go,
Sees the passing tide of humanity, a hulk of burdened souls,
Sees them move toward the corner and pass the Yarra’s flow.
Sees them circumnavigate the city without sextant or the stars
Watches flocks and waves of wanderers as they search for their own shores
Sees the poor and feeble flotsam float from place to place
Sees them crash like breakers filled with foam upon the shop front doors.
Then Flinders sees me leave at last, from Young and Jackson’s place
He sees me walk beneath the clocks and climb toward the train
And like sails upon a distant horizon, toward an unknown land
He sees me as I and others, unhinge the anchor chain.
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