Dare I Say I Be the Captain of This Unmanned Ship

Dare I say I be the captain of this unmanned ship? Wandering through the foam of merciless waves? I shot my parrot with my grandfather's pistol: A burst of blood and red, green, and yellow feathers Across my cabin, which once beheld jewels of discovered islands That now are named after a dead man who passed a parrot along to me. Dare I allow myself to rest my hands upon the cherished wheel? Dare I hold the sextant, the spyglass, the captain's hat? Dare I release these sails and leave the watery grave of my former master? I shall not see the demonic eyes of a siren, as he did. I shall see the glint of gold in a chest of someone forgotten. My own eyes in the glint of gold.