Luxury Liners
A crew of thousands mostly
low paid men and women
who works long hours
for little reward.
How to train them to be
competent seafarers?
Add four thousand passengers
who know little of the perils of the sea.
It takes so little a fire in the engine room
that cannot be stopped;
a navigational error?
I was a seafarer but I would never
dream of joining those floating palaces
of restaurants and nightclubs and
trendy officers who are chosen for their
looks and not sturdy ability.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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