On Deck

The fist that punched the pasteboard mask Pulls back; and Ahab’s lost a leg. And should he dare disturb the universe, Or even care? The child who plays at mumbly-peg Enjoys his two fat legs—no worse For idleness or innocence. Is Ahab’s madness loss of sense, Or should he cock his fist a second time, And ask whatever question there’s to ask, Or should he hunt the narwhale and the right? On deck! man Ahab harpoons Prime, White water downs the Pequod, White Heals the sea of pride; the child plays; the mask That Ahab dies at watches both do each his task.

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