High Tide In Alaska - Native Nod

The Aleutian lies

Decaying

And decrepeit

At the bottom

Of the Bering Strait

The force of the waves

Was too much for its walls

But the captain called for more

«Pour on another eighty thousand pounds,» he cried

«C'mon, bring it on

Bring on another eighty thousand pounds to our already full load

So I can watch their suffocating bodies

Make one final gasp at freedom before we tear those

Motherfuckers apart."

As the ship sank to the bottom

The attack took nine unexpected, nine human lives, and it’s labeled

A tragedy.

I call it revenge.

Sweep your water across the hull;

I can’t stomach

the sight