Monday, April 16, 2012
"Down" (poem by Dorothy)
Down
The Titanic is going
down again,
oaken dining tables
sliding across the floor,
wine glasses shivering,
cutlery doing an impromptu dance.
husbands in tuxes glancing
with alarm
at the wives in mink and diamonds.
the whole world suddenly tilting
to one side
like a tipsy sailor.
Below,
worried mothers
are trying to silence
their excited babes
they brought from another country,
their mates
pounding on the locked
gates above, crying,
Let us out! Let us out!
On deck,
the small ensemble
plays bravely on,
while the hands are trying
to figure out
how to get the life boats
lowered,
there must be a way,
surely there is a way
Dorothy Walters
April 14, 2012
