Titanic To Costa Concordia

Nervous wreck, unabashed pride

Semaphoring chorus

Metaphysical tides

Windy storms

A moment to gloat

This little boy had seen

Through the frame behind

The captain's locker

the simmering misfortune

Then, (we) tapped glasses

In extreme,

but gradually the night wore on

Life had become just a journey:

an endless one


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