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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