Death of Klinghoffer - Act 1, Scene 2; I Kept My Distance
Adams, John
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Mark, us, do you see what I mean?
I mean that a cruise liner is not a hotel
That happiness rests in the knowledge
That one may pack one suitcase and go
Forgo leaving the suitcases behind
An imitation of a grand hotel
Built in a giant steel container
One may almost smell the air of prisons
Unbeknownst, had one known how much
Passengers wish to escape
It's a major pleasure trip
They count the days before
They sense the subtle disharmony
Between interior design and the outside world
I kept my distance, that seemed best
There was a burst of shooting
Just as I was stepping in the tub
I froze, my heart began to throb
I had to lie down in the bed
For a few minutes, until I felt composed
I have seen ships become real communities
With a real life
Back in the days when I was first officer
On board a tanker
The nights were clear and long
The ship heard ballast fill
It bore the sleek white steel
And the beyond shipped the air above the water
We had more darkness about us than the light
The days were empty, I just ate my meal
I scarcely exchanged a word in passing
But I was not bored
The beginning, I had tap water
I would eat a little square of chocolate
Every two hours, I was more careful to save it for woot
A pear, an apple, and some grapes, that's all I ate
To take a sleeping pill seemed dangerous
I couldn't sleep, I thought they would blow the ship
And I began to feel at least
I prayed and sweated for the worst
Even if one were going to die
One would avoid the company of eagles
During the war I felt the same
I have no fear of death
I'd rather die alone if I must
Though I'd hate to drown