It seemed like the shaking was natural, at first,
as everything always seems.
The waiters and drunkards were unconcerned,
As the hull drank the waves at the seams.
The sirens went off like fanfare
and the rush to the lifeboats was instant;
nobody is left to see me here.
Nobody is left to care.
I think of my reasons to stay on the ship,
twitch at the coolness of water. I dream
of the still life of sunken boats. I wish
for a reason to float.

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