I am empty As a boat that has No cargo And no crew to drive her; coax Her where to go. The sea slaps my Wood, the echo Resounding, rebounding All is empty- All is dead, all the good Has gone. I am Marie Celeste All occupants Dived overboard Preferring the glassy Touch of blue to The speech of light Air and shadow. I am without crew Dead in the water And drifting.next poem