76.

A better instrument, a magic sextant

Or some other sailor’s scope. . .

For the seventy-sixth time I could go out

And still be caught up short with Pritchard’s book

When floating through my Gilgamesh I see

How he arose going straight to his mother

That she might untie the meaning of his dream.

Who was his mother? Was she a river queen?

According to a legend Gilly’s mom was married

Near a riverbank. I don’t suppose attended

By young Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn.

Now they’d make a wallop of an epic, boy!

My ship ain’t got such lines.