A sinking ship
Carried over the edge
By careless ocean
Steered wrong by men
Who wouldn't pull over
And ask for directions.
And I, the ship
Cracking at the bow
Craning my neck
To see the gannets fly south
Lower my white flag
As the waves crest the varnish
A retreat to the salt
Where my mast will point to the horizons
It never touched
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
A sinking ship
Carried over the edge
By careless ocean
Steered wrong by men
Who wouldn't pull over
And ask for directions.
And I, the ship
Cracking at the bow
Craning my neck
To see the gannets fly south
Lower my white flag
As the waves crest the varnish
A retreat to the salt
Where my mast will point to the horizons
It never touched
