Running Water; end and epilogue

We are in the middle of the ocean. By the size of my beard I surmise that it has taken us a long time to get here. By Clarence's decomposition you can tell the heat of the sun. It pains me to see the sun burn him so. I cannot take it and so he is soon gone. We will never reach home, there is no home for men like us: our home is the sea and it is all we've ever known. I kiss his dead cheek and push him over the side, into the sea, burying him at sea. He is in heaven now.

Epilogue.
You can feel the waves beneath you, like the earth's pulse beating. Like a child being rocked in its crib. Those vultures come back. They become again their coil of death, my death bed's mobile. They have not forgotten me. The sun is in my eyes.
Drowsy and lulled, I close my eyes. In death's half-dream, I see her one last time. She rocks me in her arms softly, singing softly. Slowly the vultures swoop and waves gently crash. As this happens I hear that I have been singing my last words, accompanying the dream, "Que Cera, Cera".
The End.