Hark

Hark The captain spoke to the sick and starving As he bobbled on the bow And began We will go there Pointing his crooked finger as his dark, salty body dropped But with each upsurge he made another point You are here because you got lost I'm here to take you home Down surge I'm not sure we will make it Upsurge But you have strong oars made of Spanish mahogany one at a time Down surge Some of you are weaker and will think of dying Upsurge Others will pick you up because you are worthy of love Down surge Your stomachs are full of toxic blubber meat Upsurge You will endure for the purpose of Her hug at port, wet and tired and lost Down surge You will not endure if you are proud Upsurge Down surge And just his eyes. Only sounds of orphaned oars and flapping sails and rusty rudders. Two whales appear, each pick a side. Guiding, with twin wakes, and moving the boys toward there Upsurge Down surge The whales were moving them there. Screaming to their distant loved ones I'll be home soon