As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew
died a hundred times.
Through portholes they saw the green sea,
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling
And then the sea blew open doors
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.
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