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All That Remain--Titanic
All That Remain (Titanic)* rebel, rabble and rubble now lie together in this holocostic heap of what once was my heart. appearing dormant wretched cries for help-- questionably audible-- arise from within. flotsum and jetsum are all that remain... as the moonless night gives way--to piercing streaks of amber light-- stirring the lingering fog... in my mind. deborah burch© 4/14/2012 ________________________________________________________________ * In memory of those lost: those who died that day and those who died daily thereafter... * "Go dtuga Dia suaimhneas siorai da nanamacha" "May God take their Souls into Heaven"*(translation) *this is the inscription on a special bronze plaque placed by the Irish on deck of... S S Titanic, July18,2000. Having been built in Belfast, Ireland and circumventing the coal strike, more Irish souls were lost than any other nation that night...
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