Too Much Steam

Divide the last free dividends by two
And let’s be on our way. We’ve been together,
Waging economic war in leather,
Masked and under pressure — now we’re through.
I hoped to be disjoined at last, from you
And from this feeling that uncertain weather
Might be all they need to cinch this tether.
I won’t face wind and rain in this canoe.

You claim that sinking will confirm our dream,
A consummation wished for; you’re devout,
But I say let’s turn this canoe about
And head for shore. This is a gentle stream
Until we meet the ocean. Too much steam,
My darling, is what we can do without.