ARCTIC SEA Another day, another discussion, another stolen Maltese Falcon, stranded on an Arctic iceberg, wandering the Baltic Sea, drifting somewhere off Cape Verde.  Am I dead?  Are you? Cannot seem to find my way back, anymore What don't you understand?  The deadliness of buried news? The urgency of dreams?  The class warfare played out in competition for lifeboats on doomed ocean liners? I just now understand why you have moved to Finland and how you got diverted off the coast of France But why did they not take the wood for the Norwegian Viking party? Perhaps they made off with choicer goods Let's see if we can make it go any faster... Too massive to sink, too decadent to care I hope that the shrill sound of their whistles can pierce the frigid night air The band was still playing when the lights sank out of sight I hear that some of the children were resembling jellyfish One minute, dancing, the next, fighting for your life The jewels in the safe will sleep in damp, dark moss for decades Perhaps the proper context is that the wood was only a convenient pretext Some versions of the story say that Johnny went to Hilo, the cargo arrived in San Francisco, and Anastasia in Antarctica