All ships come to doom's ragged end

All ships come to doom's ragged end
like occasional
butterflies
masts like butter-smeared wings
the thick heavy beads
of a haven
all captains are heartless here
& what did you expect...

the butterfly's tongue pierces your ear
like Noe
at first day of flood
the day it turned out
he was not a madman...
he was not
wrong
while constructing his
fuckin' thing...

his ship's come to doom's ragged end
too...
the captain broken-hearted
still smiling at the raven's
chance of
rescue
found land & a rainbow
where most of us get bogus buckets
for salty water
a-plenty

we're mad hatters here, politely
sailed...
still not at doom's ragged end
but I promise
we're getting closer
& when none are left to
cry out
"Land ho!"
& rats have already abandoned
ship
then we'll know if it's finally home
not perhaps doom's
ragged
end...