The captain who knows No quarter Fires blindly As his crewmates Bawl and scream As his orders reach no foe
Yet here is he That which God punishes Or perhaps man himself As the waves crash And hulls, too
Can we be saved From his wrath That O so besieges What was once A fair and laden battle?
He strikes the albatross And its sailors As his blood Boils the water That surrounds him And his children, too
His hat means naught To those he curses might Even as he checks his compass With a twitch so unsightly That he blows a hymn In regret
Thus tells the tale Of a man so blind So bold So noble That his aggression Is both told In grace and in seawater That chokes the lives Of those blackened By his desires