On the SS Mercy
You found the fetid waters warm, and so churned, charmed
Content to sink more than swim.
"Me, too," you murmured as you were spewed out.
The luminous waves turn gray, toss the bottled message
back toward the waiting rocks
Glass cracks, words soaked into
what you heard as only the sound
of the wake, mercy blurring
Drowned and drowned out
Your seashells appear on the edge
of the frame that your daughter wished unadorned
Shhhhhh. Too much, too much to be borne.
While you lose yourself, save her.
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