In the solitude of the sea
lies a magnitude of destruction,
her immense black hull
towering over the ocean floor.
The former maritime marvel
now a maritime disaster,
She lies like a battlefield of debris
with windows like saddened eyes.
Isolated on the seabed,
her skeletal frame lies gnarled below
metamorphosing over the centuries
She lies there helpless
infected with algae and rivers of rust.
By Isaac Bate