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| Sculptures by Jason Decaires Taylor |
Cry the dead
The drowned
from their watery grave
silently scream
in the bubbles rising to the surface.
The surface
they will never again see
seals itself
over their deep decent.
The waves
go on about their path to the shore
not touching
the silent abyss below.
Cry the dead
no more from beneath the waves
ring the bells ashore
time to say goodbye.
J. Binford-Bell
January 2010
In Memory of the dead and missing of the capsized Costa Concordia
12 comments:
drowning would be such a hard way to die...it is a process you know...and the knowledge of what is happening to you...ugh...def feel for those in the ship...shivers...
haunting
To see that ship on its side
and wondering about the horror...
of in the dark...trying to navagate out
some not making it
you did a fine job capturing this
Absolutely wonderful, moving blog. Thank you.
I listen to my radio a lot and this story constantly makes me feel uneasy. Horrid.
beautiful and haunting...
it may be totally selfish but i never watch the news...
Lovely tribute to those lost on the Costa Concordia...
Sad and apt. Thank you.
"the surface they wee never see again" - did you mean "will" never see again?
this was a wonderful poem - moving, tragic, and profound.
To drown would be a particularly horrifying way to die. And this guy's art makes me feel that even more strongly.
Your poem says it well.
=)
And the sea rarely gives up its dead...
Your poem strikes a chord in everyone who has read of this tragedy on water ... beautifully, beautifully written.
An automatic connection, of course, and a moving tribute to those lost at sea in this most recent shipping disaster.
Great take, Jacqui!
Thank you, everyone, for the kind comments. This poem was hard to write because of my gut connection to the subject.
It is nice to hear that my words connected with so many others.
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