A Ship With Mourning Faces

 

Waking up to the sounds of dinosaurs

Sleeping to the greens of the screens

I dream of ships and storms

And all the people I want to rescue

But my ship is too small for the thousands

Of faces I don’t know

Faces that want me to take them

And with them I go

With them I sail through the waves

Still I don’t know them

And their dirty faces staring at me

While I try to steer us somewhere

Peaceful

Where the storm ends

And up and down we go

Through the blue of the ocean

In the gloomy night

And I feel scared

But those faces seem scared too

Some of them are as red as fire

As blood and grim

Some of them are crying

Some of them think I am God

Some of them want to think I am God

But I am just one of those faces

In the bleak hope of getting through

Without hurting anyone on board

They all stand and wait

For my commandoes 

Tilt left and right with the pace

As thunders hit us on our heads

Some of those faces burn

And some of them turn to ashes

Before my eyes could even blink

But I notice I don’t have eyes

I only have something in me

And it is beating

And it is red

As red as their faces down there

The faces that are looking at me

With fury with violence

The impatience of those

Whose fate and destiny lie upon me

And how soon I could bring them to safety

But I ask myself through my ears

As I don’t have a mouth

Whether I would ever manage

Because just like those faces

I am scared and I am furious

But the only violence I can do

Is through my hands

And my legs that are shivering

Because the night is cold

And we are both sweating and soaking wet

Because the storm won’t stop

Before I get to that light

Where the sun shines so bright

Which my skin can already taste

Which my nose can already hear

And soon will life be pleasant again

And soon will we be happy again

And soon will everything be okay again

But those are promises my stomach makes

And promises are only promises

You can believe in them

But those faces staring at me won’t 

They can’t even listen

As their ears are sewn shut

And there only are mouths and teeth and eyes

Wide open

Filled with hunger and thirst

And if I were God I swear

I would’ve dropped bread and milk on you

But I am not

And I can’t 

Because I too have hunger and thirst

And in order to get you to the sun

I must take care of myself

But it won’t sound fair

But who cares anyways?

As those faces can’t hear

As I also can’t speak

And so I go on with my hands and feet

Going forward and forward

Until the rocking of the ship ends

Whenever that might be

Because where I am now it’s still shaky

And maybe we were never meant to

Reach the sun

As we’re meant to fight the storm

Even when that means

I’m fighting it alone