The Good Ship Enterprise

When the morning came I was the only one alive
In the boat that floated from the good ship Enterprise
That ship had led a spiral path
Down to her birth in drifting sands
And I was left upon the waves
With sea-dew chill upon my hands

When the morning came I tried
To look into my dead friends' eyes
But mist accompanied the dawn
And made them look so pale and wise
We sat together, up together, down together
With the rolling swell

And there for once out in the boat I knew
That all my empty childhood days
My lusty home so far away
The moralising of my kin
The shelter of the world within
Had led to this unsteady stage
Before an audience of dead men

Conceit was all I knew before
And lost upon the shifting seas
With no concern for little things
Conceit was all that could remain

I was their sole inheritor
In the bottom of the boat
Lying gazing at the sky
Perhaps I was about to die