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The Crew

And they looked out
From their little flotilla
A strange collection
At those who floundered
Failed to float
Flailed about
Floated lifelessly
The beating drums
Almost silenced
And they thought
Of the dying words
All this talk of help
They never would
Get their heads around
Anchored as they were
The effort taken
To wade
Through tears
So many tears
Just to get here
They should have
hailed us
We built an ark
Financed it
Powered it
Insured it
Entertained it
Lucky we insured it
And still they demanded more
Too many bodies aboard
Too too many expectations
Too much too much
And so to land
The few and their crew
Some of whom looked back
And wondered what they had done.