Song for the Bankrupt
Yachtsman
What did you do in the
deluge, Daddy
When the floods breathed
together
What did you do in the
deluge, Daddy
That you alone
survived.
After forty days,
insistently salt
We huddled in the
mouth of the moneyless wind
Daddy at the wheel was
faceless
More than usually
blind.
A seawrack strewn
island before us
A paradise of second
chances!
But why was Dad chosen
and not I?
I wondered, shaking
out my kicks.
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