hope and anchor
with the ship lying
on its side and a sea
of people under
water jack
felt himself between
a rock and a crack coming
with the goings on
the jetsam of the split foredeck
he shared
with others who were
turning scissors
and paper like him stone
never felt this
before jack thought he was
exploding
from the cold
and if i live to see an
other still
oh lord! the rudder useless
aloft the keel
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