Judging by when I emailed this poem to myself, I wrote it on July 15, 2010. This poem lay forgotten because the email account I used at the time was compromised to the point where I had to shut it down. Still, I had some of them archived with another email address, waiting to be discovered. This is a rough draft–I am posting it unedited because it feels right to do so. I think I will bring it with me to the next poetry workshop, and, since I haven’t gone to that club all year, it will be very fitting, I think, to bring with me a re-discovered poem.
Sinking Suspicions
Proudly we raise anchor
Cheerful as the engines propel
Increase knots per hour
All the while we sing
We dance, we dine
We revel in uncommon beauty
Addicted to rumors
Of flawless design
An icy mountain grows
From beneath the sea
Waves crash against the base
Jagged edges hidden
We surge forward
Gripped by hubris, fate now sealed
By the time we spy the danger
There can be no retreat
Grab hold of a life vest
Or frayed ends of rope
Jump into the boats
As they pull away from her side
Take a deep breath
Before the cold takes you
Feel your stomach jump
As the stern jolts
The bow is sunken
A dread weight
On borrowed time
The others cry
You watch the hull
Disappear below white caps
The ice mountain looms
Blotting out moonlight
Near a century later
Some still cannot see the signs
And sail blindly toward their doom
Save our souls, we should cry
Our silence bred
Concentration needed to
Hand carve our lifeboats
The Titanic sinks again.
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