to run aground, but not
on cliffs of ice, or stone, or land,
but on the rocks of ourselves—
We have renamed our ship
the RMS Titanic, but a maiden
voyage this is certainly not—
We have navigated these seas
since time immemorial, setting
our terminal course to nowhere,
captained by lunacy and hate,
and mutinous from the start—
We’ve carried our cargoes too of war,
famine, scurvy, slavery, and greed
from port to port without end,
and every time we recklessly sink,
we are found again and salvaged again
from the unfathomable deeps of ourselves—
Our liner will endure unsinkable,
only the passengers and crew can drown.
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