A CONTEST FOR SALVATION SPONSORED BY NO ONE IN PARTICULAR
Clear the deck of obstacles. Clear the deck of hindrances. Clear the deck of loose canons and galley slaves. Make a path for the captain in his shiny black boot. He has a speech to deliver. A load to get off his chest. A game plan for the next nautical mile. A new cure for scurvy. An extra ration of rum for everyone except the man in the crow’s nest. A fish monger’s cauldron of secrets.
The world turns on an axis of blurred vision. All the drugs known to man won’t squelch our mounting hysteria, all the God ploys and weapons. Someone needs to sponsor a contest. A golden calf and a retirement plan to the man who finds words for our panic.
It boils down to a death wish.