(Adapted from the words of Captain Rugg)
The common people there do pray
for ships they see in danger.
On their knees, hands held high,
they cry devotedly -
Lord, send her to us,
God, send her to us.
But if the ship comes safe to port,
they rise up from their prayer,
hands held low, devotion less,
they cry out angrily -
Let the devil spike her,
she is away from us.
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We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.