He has an ocean behind his eyes.
A violent ocean, that storms and rages,
whipped by fierce winds.
And on that raging sea sails a ship.
A ship tossed by waves and beaten by gusts
- the next swell could be its last.
The ship’s captain is locked in the hold.
Locked in with his cargo, his fears, his rats
and a damp, broken radio.
Hoarse, he calls a final, desperate ‘mayday’.
He’s heard for miles, but no one listens:
they’ve heard that one before.