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captain
of
the titanic

by
patrik wijkstrom

She just doesn't and I don't
either
still we cling
to masthead and railing

we have seen the rats
take the feelings and leave

now the taste of salt
from her lip
is the sea
that drenches
the paint
of squealing metal

but we aren't scared
we have been here before
we have already drowned in sparkling bottles

bottles that should have been saved for an SOS

sinking with our own creation
we know there will be no trace

still we cling
we're the captain, the final fool
still we cling

 

 

Copyright
Patrik Wijkstrom
1996

 

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