Your Last Words On The Titanic Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your Last Words On The Titanic



Well guys what would they have been
It's really, hard to know for sure, I think
I'd ask the waiter to pour another drink
No, better still, hand me a bottle of gin.

'I'd think' is it time to be a hero or a laggard
'Ice' sir…? Is that meant to be funny mister?
Or absurd; abandon-ship the last transistor
I'd pray to God, that we were all-in port anchored.

I'd take a porthole panoramic lookout
'Sir, she is-going-down sir!
The Titanic she is-going-down, sir! '
And smoke one last final Cuban cigar~
Cadge one last kiss. Lips the colour of cinnabar
Ah, buoyancy, then acts as everyone else dumfound.

Friday, April 15, 2016
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