Never Sailed

I stand corrected
my faith in you is strong again
and all the people
on this floating piece
of wood
with nothing
all drunk
all hungry
soon there’ll be nobody left
or almost nobody
the sea water is rising
and some of them are sleepless
the foam sometimes is pink with blood
and after five or six weeks
after five or six weeks
after five or six weeks
we drew sticks and mine fell short
you don’t understand
they’ll have me
they’ll have me whole
from skin to bone
unless you help me
unless you decide to feed us all
or at least
nobody