Two miles down <br />In the eerie dark depths <br />She sleeps <br />The cold current sweeps across the barnacled rails of the bow <br />Indifferently <br />Down the twisted staircase <br />And through the encrusted remains of the lower decks. <br />The shards of a teacup swirl in a tiny whirlpool of sand <br />While neon blue fish swim in and out of the portholed sockets of the hull <br />Oblivious to the terror of a fateful crossing <br />One midnight long ago. <br />The haunting screams of the dying <br />Forever echo far above <br />In the idle-busy world of men <br />But here <br />The stillness is sublime <br />A sacred resting <br />The quiet peaceful watch <br />Of eternity. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published by Red Coral,2000)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/titanic-2/
