Nautical Disaster Sözleri

I had this dream where I relished the fray

and the screaming filled my head all day.

It was as though I'd been spit here, settled

in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some

rocky socket, off the coast of France, dear.

One afternoon, four thousand men died in

the water here and five hundred more were

thrashing madly, as parasites might in your

blood. Now I was in a lifeboat designed for

ten and ten only, anything that systematic

would get you hated. It's not a deal nor a

test nor a love of something fated. The

selection was quick, the crew was picked in order

and those left in the water got kicked off our

pantleg and we headed for home.

Then the dream ends when the phone rings,

you doing alright he said it's out there most

days and nights, but only a fool would

complain. Anyway Susan, if you like, our

conversation is as faint as a sound in my

memory, as those fingernails scratching on

my hull.