Written by: jan oskar hansen


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 
toward obliviousness  
And then the sea blew open doors 
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.