A Mystic Death Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A mystic death

Stormy weather ship on fire
the captain gave orders
go into the lifeboats.

The cook thought otherwise
there was no fire at the bow
the bow`s deck a room where
the potatoes were kept.

Later he heard noises the captain
and his first officer came in.
Cowards as they had been, they
Resented him.

The captain had a gun
and shot the cook dead,
threw him overboard.

A tugboat came towed the ship
to the shore, as planes scanned
the sea, no life except for the one.
A helicopter got the body up,
a cook with a hole in his head.