I was told I was to be captain of this voyage
I wasn’t shown the manifesto
There are strange cries from below
The chaplain warns me not to question the Company Policy
The helmsman disregards my wishes and says he knows best the course
Why then was I hired?
To accept any blame?
To go down with the vessel?
The radioman won’t translate the transmissions
He tells me they are not to be spoken
He assures me there is a charted course
What choice do I have?
I want to get paid
I stand watch
The stars tick past
I draw meanings in the constellations
Still I hear the voices below
In the galley the cook prepares bread, fish, and wine
It is a comfort that I provide my body
How many have gone down?
I pace myself with thoughts of mutiny
But where ashore?
What was my care before I was born?
I too dream of lions on the beach
I stand on the water fathoms deep
There is life below
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