Wednesday, December 7, 2016


I have to wonder
If the oil still seeps from the ruined, mighty hulls,
Painting iridescent rainbows on the placid, tranquil waters
Where one still-standing sister watches over fallen others.

I have to wonder
What the lessons are we've failed to learn
In the years and decades and generations since,
For we have been poor students
To have needed such a teacher
As gave the lecture that day.

I have to wonder
How many will remember
And for how long.

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