No. These books lie. These words and these voices and These photographs Hoodwink us into thinking Titanic is really gone. No. It was the Olympic, dear Baby girl Titanic is still out there Twanging lovely cello notes And drifting with smooth propellers. No. Adrift like a ghost Is she⦠**** those photographs They feel so untrue, because in my heart I was there I am there. So I am drowned? I am facedown in the water Gasping for a breath my Body cannot take? I am dead? NO. My boy is still alive I am still holding his hand deep In the sea Blue blue ocean If lovely girl, Titanic, has broken I am broken too.
From a series of poems told from the perspective of the victims and survivors of the Titanic tragedy. This is from the perspective of a disbeliever of the sinking of the Titanic.