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Titanic Voices XXXII

by amanda-evett

XXXII February 2, 2001. The last male survivor of the sinking of the Titanic Has died in Southern France. He did not remember being afraid. Why should he have been? Cradled in a father’s embrace, Still warm from sleep. A father would never know that his boys, Would one day be known only as Orphans Of the Titanic As children with no names- But at least they lived. At least they lived. The hands of a ship that took so many That left so many wasted, That took the souls of the fathers Of the mothers Of the sons, the daughters Left him- Still warm from sleep He lived to be 92 years old.
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