Swing Lo Magellan

Last night all my attention Squinting westward at the sunset With a map and a compass When a man reached up said something There Against the sky A point of light Too Invisible To give itself To the naked eye On the shore people yellin' In their eyes a great reflection In the grid oh where their position Unconcerned with intuition There Could never be No sympathy From That wilderness So let it be Arrested Swing low oh Magellan Nine by six or eight by seven Post a sentinel at the border Of what what you attend What you ignore I saw my friend In a pool of light Oh drown In doubt and shame But I knew that I Had lost my sight