Here's the only poem I've ever seen dedicated to the wireless/radio operator aboard ship, composed by Burt Franklin Jenness:

From OCEAN HAUNTS, edited by Burt Franklin Jenness,
Empire Publishing Co., New York, US, © 1934, p. 64.

SPARKS

Like a great magician staging
All his lightning tricks and ruses,
Where the seven seas are raging,
Works the wizard of our cruises;
In his tiny realm of wonder,
In a maze of coils and wire,
From which mimic tempests thunder
And the blue flames spit and fire;
With his ear attuned to crashes
Of the sound waves on the air;
In his world of dots and dashes,
You will find him sitting there
With his head gear strapped on tight,
And his hand upon the key –
Through the watches of the night
Toils this man of mystery.

While we keep the old craft steaming,
With our work-a-day routine,
We must be content with dreaming
Of some distant voice or scene;
But the great shore world is speaking
Day and night in old "Spark's" ear,
And the aerials are shrieking
Out its pathos and cheer.

How each heart bounds as it catches
Bits of news by wireless,
How we cherish little snatches,
As we quiz old "Sparks" at mess!
Ev'ry ship and port seems nearer,
To a lone sea-going gob,
Ev'ry human tie seems dearer,
When old "Sparks" is on his job.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble