Call up Captain Smith

Call up Captain Smith and ask for a first class room.
1st, 2nd, 3rd class, pick your tomb.
They’re busy trying to make it to the western shore.
“Stay on the steam ship, it’s safer than with the oars.”
I hear resounding between
The deep sea creature’s tentacles
And the luxury liner’s rust particles
That saturates one’s mind.
Aristotle’s modern tragic definition is defined
Maritime for a lifetime
And far beyond. It reached mine.