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Somewhere Between The Measured Spaces Of Bubbles Blown.

Updated on January 02, 2010

Somewhere Between The Measured Space Of Bubbles Blown.


It was slain 

by the dragging,
as it ruptured
across a spear of ice
that shattered

steel bolted plates,
while fine china

in the pantry
settled unbroken

to the bottom.

Flesh spilled like tears
from it's wounded sides,
as it shed small

and large pieces
of it's legacy

into the icy waves.

Women and children
by the hundreds below decks
inhaled the salty tang
of a liquid death.

How many

breathless kisses
must have

been planted
on rosy cherub cheeks?

How does a

mother promise
hope in the face

of complete despair?

Cowards covered

thier heads in scarves
and scarfed up

space on the few
methods of fleeing

a suffocating death.

I might have

beaten them senseless
in the bow of the lifeboat,
and fed them to the sharks.
But I was not

slated to perish
with the souls

that fled that tragedy.

My time lies

somewhere ahead unseen
in the vast icy

fields of death
across which I

now float carefree.

With agonizing groans
that huge monster
of steel and suffering,
was swallowed whole,
sucking the misfortunate
and the most

fortuned as well
into a whirpool

of nevermore.

The wails of the dying
expired   s l o w l y
in breathless,

frozen gasps,
as the tiny boats
bearing the

haunted survivors,
sailed away

from the many hopes
that floated facedown,
each gazing wide-eyed
at the nothingness below,
long after they

had embraced it.





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      poetlorraine 7 years ago

      that was a different angle on a subject that is often wrote about ... nice one

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