sinking ships ride on

I am still waiting for the punchline. The joke has been told. I really don't get it. Are people secretly laughing? Am I missing something? The boat appears to still be on course, as it has been for sometime now, with the iceberg hidden behind a future fog. But now, it would seem, the captain has ordered full throttle, thrown the binoculars over the edge, drained freshwater supplies, shot the navigator and burned the lifeboats.

And nobody cares.

The iceberg is practically visible, I'm not sure, but the front of the boat may have already hit it.

And nobody cares.

Children are dying people are crying but the band plays on and the captain toasts his officers. Faith in a sinking ship will pull us through. Through what I scream into an arctic wind and nobody cares.

The poor in the bottom of the boat are chained to their beds while officers of the boat shoot those that would climb towards the deck. The boat entertainment company has a new play about the wonders of walks in the park and the cleaning service will now clean your room, if you have one, two times a week.

The captain orders the sharks kept in the hull released into the surrounding seas as the boat begins to shake from the impact. The back of the boat catches fire and the fire crew fights with gasoline.

And nobody cares.

And so it goes and on and on and nobody cares.

A dance, if you will, to celebrate the goodness of children. Let us be merry for all that we have as the flames are quenched by black water in a cold arctic breeze.

Once we were here.

Original iceberg photo by Marionocecowski