We are lost the captain said
we have no water and no more bread
the sails are broken and so am I
there are just clouds and no stars up high

There is no God then, the sailor cried,
no stars, no wind, and no food inside
there is no future to look ahead
there is just darkness and fog instead

The captain looked the sailor in the eye
the last to be alive in his damned ship
“there is no more time left for us to buy”

and threw himself out to die in the deep
the sailor cut then his throat with his knife
and bleeding watched some land nearby.

Mexico City, around 2012