Full ahead in the dead of night <br />Steaming in the moons half light <br />Boilers working at full capacity <br />Hissing steam with such tenacity <br /> <br /> Down below in the engine room <br />Men shovel coal in the fires gloom <br />Sweat is pouring from their brows <br />Through the ocean Titanic ploughs <br /> <br /> Every pound of steam is raised <br />To reach New York a trail is blazed <br />To be the fastest ship afloat <br />So men of rank can sit and gloat <br /> <br /> But in the coldness of the night <br />An iceberg, comes into sight <br />From the crows nest, a piecing scream <br />An iceberg on the starboard beam <br /> <br /> The second mate, with concern <br /> Rings for engines, full astern <br />Hard a port the helm is wound <br />Then they hear that dreadful sound <br /> <br />Under the plimpsol line, on the starboard beam <br />Ice water poured in like a stream <br />The design of the bulkheads they could not seal <br />A gap was left between deck and keel <br /> <br />Twelve hundred passengers her on her list <br /> Submerged engines steamed and hissed <br />To few lifeboats to save them all <br /> Save our souls went out the call <br /> <br />She went forrard first to her watery grave, <br /> Not many lives could they save <br />Steerage passengers they were last, <br />' Class' for them, their fate was cast <br /> <br />Lessons were learnt but at a cost <br />That being the lives of people lost <br />Titanic now lies in the mud <br />The sea again has called for blood<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/titanic-9/
