Tuesday, 28 August 2012


T Titanic, who was like a breath of fresh air on the sea,
I indefinitely indestructible as if it were a god from a myth,
T tilting at an angle so you could feel the bitterly cold arctic water around your ankles, swiftly up to your knees,
A as if evoking the horrifying screams that came from the terrified people,
N never the type to be heard again in all of history,
I in a blink of an eye it was sinking faster than it was thought possible,
C close to the iceberg that had sealed its devastating maiden voyage fate.

by Brent Sharman