A Lady

At the bottom
of the deep
ocean
lies a lady...

She
lives
in darkness...

She
lies
broken
on the
ocean floor,
buried in
the floor
of the Earth...

Her body was
once praised,
her beauty stunned
the world...

She
lies
broken,
her majestic body
now
divided
in two...

Her insides are collapsing,
her outside is deteriorating,
and she is now
food for life...

She lives in darkness,
alone,
yet not alone...

she is filled
with the ghosts
of the hundreds
who went down with her...

of those that did their
duty to the end...

of those that went down
fighting the ocean
until the very end...

she is filled
with the ghostly sounds of the
screens of death of
hundreds of souls,
flaying in the
fridgid waters
with no light surrounding them...

pictures and videos
of her
show a stark contrast
to the beaty she once was...

yet when I
gaze at those pictures,
then and now,
I see a beautiful and majestic
lady laying at the bottom
of the ocean,
a lady who  is a vivid reminder
of the perils of human overconfident,
and of human courage
at the last hour.