Leviathan Cast Down

Miles below the surface rage she rests, Her broken body caged by sand and rock, Innards spilled across the ocean floor, A hundred years since she escaped the dock. Her crew no more than skeletons bleached white, Scavenged by the mouths of unknown fish, Scrubbed of flesh by carnivores and salt, No farewell kiss, no cede of final wish. A funnel snapped in two lies still and cold, Porthole blinded sockets, streaked with rust, A single shoe, some links of silver chain, In sandy swirls of seabed graveyard dust. And in the depths a pianola chimes, Champagne glasses clinked in endless toasts, Till gargled screams of drowning swell once more, And midnight strikes again for all the ghosts. The bell lies still and green upon the deck, Seaweed streamers flutter on the rails, God bless her and all who rode within, Leviathan cast down, no more she sails.