The ship screamed as she went down
Faces, pressed against glass
Eyes closed, mouths wide.
Below deck, as the hull ruptured
The boys in the engine room sang aloud;
The boilers blew, and the ship went silent
The wreckage settling, slowly,
in the ocean darkness.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
Dang, what a well painted poem. I totally felt present, and with it being such a short piece, that is impressive indeed.
Grim and tragic this poem conveys a feeling of hopelessness and resignation as well as horror. Nicely done
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