MAYDAY! MADAY! MAYDAY!
Can anyone hear me!?! Over...
This is the USS American Liberty…
We have capsized in the sea of despair...
coordinates...21st century, 45th U.S. President...please send emergency hope, over...
MAYDAY! This is a MAYDAY!
We have but a few short weeks of rationale
before sinking into an uncharted abyss...please respond! Over....
PLEASE! SOMEBODY! MAYDAY!WHERE IS EVERYONE? The fabric of our identity was founded and built and broken and mended again on the frequency of a decent and lawful society, has the country left the whole band to follow one trumpet? Is it......over? Over….
~Jeannie Cronin
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
Feeling a bit itchy.
Stop that! I shriek to my body.
We are over that!
Tender there.
Shush! I hush the yelling voice.
We are done with that also.
Teeth and gums hurt.
SHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am walking upright.
Congratulate myself on that.
Having to be human
even when nothing else feels
human any longer, lost in a capsized body
mind that used to belong to me.
Freezing water.
Many hours.
Prayer, hymns, and laughter.
Gray fins begin circling our group.
Day Three There are thirteen of us now.
Twenty-six numb legs stop moving.
Hymn singing stops.
Who will be next? I hold my breath.
Goliath is taken.
Pulled away from the circle.
His girlfriend screams.
Goliath makes no sound. Gives me a sad nod.
I watch in morbid curiousness
As he is pulled under the water hard.
The water fills with vast amount of red liquid.
Frenzied sharks swim in for their taste of the kill.
The rest of us hold our breaths.
The third day of our capsized non-rescue.
The ocean is deep. Eight others had already been taken.
Which is easier – to be taken or to watch those taken?
The sharks swim around us one more time.
We who are left give praise for another hour
Of life, each minute a reminder of how quickly
We are taken. Tears in our eyes. Who will tell our tale?
A dynast in the storm-razed
polity will ask-
for a pardon.
By choice there was
no suicide. You will
eat the clouds one day.
Taking the brunt,-
living near the sea of
people, a window goes shut.
Curtly, with
levitation, the wind
twists, one and everybody.
An owl tattoo, will
tell it all. The hurricane
has reached your door.
Aftermath was a
conspiracy of silence.
Every one was speaking of landfall.
Satish Verma
A river of liquor, my heart beats quicker!
Upon a stream of dreams I float
Magic potions as deep as Oceans-
Tides capsize my happy boat!
As I think, the World, it sinks
Into the pit; the black Abyss
I never did consider this:
I will drown from just a drink!
Alone in the green mind of overgrowth
scrambling through branches of nerves
sifting through thoughts that I thought I had left
resting and safe undisturbed.
Moments of gentle devotion
when my skies were filled up with your name
Capsized emotion caught in slow motion:
an ocean swallowing rain.
Tangled thoughts that I tangled myself
and your face becomes elusive
I wonder if you can pull mine up clear
without all the bumps and the bruises.
I know why I dream in color conundrums
and I’m thick in the morning with sleep
My brain’s deepest caverns lit by nerve lanterns
in secret your memory keep.