it is the wreck of myself.

I am stranded and I do what I  want to;

I don’t of course really  wish I was like that

cursed ocean streamer

that embarked from Bremerhaven

heading for New York

but ended at the Kentish Knock


in a merciless night.

Maybe I am starting to get kinky

because of reading

Gerard Manley Hopkins

these nights.

I am rather  the guy anyway

dieing from  internal combustion.

“Soon after the news of the disaster had broken, the wreck was raided by men from the nearby coastal towns,” (quoting from wikipedia)