Triumph

Triumph Frank Halliwell In silence, in the velvet night, lit by pinpoints of vivid light, I wander blindly to the south, immersed in frigid seas. My age is lost in time's shadows, ..in aeons of primeval snows, Borne from the Greenland glacier fields, far from the warm land breeze. My drift; by currents is maintained; my course; by fate is preordained, Before midnight I drift inside.. the busy shipping tracks. A lookout spots me in the dark, a radio transmits the spark. I am reported to the world and cautious souls react. But from the east this winter night, a black colossus steams in sight, Racing to the west despite the danger waiting there! Her goal is shipping dominance, her high speed fueled by arrogance, Before the night is over, the result will be despair. I wait, and I feel no remorse, in spite of the collision course, For I am just a passive player in this deadly play. They've seen me now, but much too late, and there is no escaping fate, A glancing blow is struck and leaves her plates in disarray! My mass absorbs the mighty shock; my body solid as bedrock. I shatter not, nor tremble as the ship glances away. The icy water rushes in, filling compartments to the brim. Fifteen hundred doomed to die seek refuge in dismay! But there is none; nowhere to go, the frigid water is the foe! The ship is listing badly now; the end is near at hand! Lifeboats are lowered with all speed, but are too few to fill the need. 'Nearer my God to Thee' is heard, played by the doomed ship's band.. The stern rises above the waves, then plunges to her watery grave, A plume of air and flotsam mark the place of her long dive. Water too cold to sustain life, kills them as surely as a knife, And in a mere ten minutes none of them are left alive! The cries and shouts and prayers have ceased, the sea returns to lonely peace. The engineering triumph rests among the crabs and snails. The news is spread around the world and flags at half-mast are unfurled, Fifteen hundred families are left to weep and wail. In silence, in the velvet night, lit by pinpoints of vivid light I wander blindly to the south immersed in frigid seas. My age is lost in time's shadows, ..in aeons of primeval snows, Borne from the Greenland glacier fields, far from the warm land breeze. >>> Titanic is gone. ***