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A broken bud vase, that fell from some table;

a fountain pen never more to go dry;;

a long haired boy's silk socks, and kicked off shoes;

some drunkard's bottle  still corked (though the booze

has flattened totally; or, if cheap wine---

of unnamed vintage---has, by now, gone sour);

a broken winch crank, and a hank of cable;

poems in a cheap edition (Mallarme),

but badly damaged and illegible:

all these, preserved in darkness, chill, and brine,

scattered across that deep trench, just stand by

bearing witness to that inevitable,

tragic event; and clocks stopped at the hour

the great ship, went under, and sank away.

Starward