Nautical Disaster

I had this dream where I relished The fray and the screaming that filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit there, settled in , into a pocket Of a lighthouse off some rocky socket, Off the coast of France, Dear One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here Five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in you blood Now I was in lifeboat designed for ten and ten and 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 pant legs 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 the sound in my memory As those fingernails scratching on my hull