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Titanic

I woke up to a 2AM clamor and thought it was the end’s beginning.
Seized in a hazy, undefined panic,
I remembered how I used to think
that if I were aboard the Titanic
and understood all that was to come,
I’d find some way to survive.
Fashion a raft out of a door,
Or build a pyre on the upper to deck to summon
ships otherwise inclined to pass in silence.
In that moment, as the water leaked in through little slits,
began to show itself at the ankles,
swelling my bedframe,
I understood why clever invention saved no one,
Drinking and dancing, as they did, through midnight.
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
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