In Memoriam

At this very moment, one hundred years ago, hundreds of people were dying as Titanic sank to its grave. In memoriam, I type this out:

Sometimes I have passed the time,

And sometimes I have thought,

If they truly break away again,

Nothing have I wrought.

But life is a passing iudgement,

A nonchalant turn of the eye,

And when souls are breaking in withered shards,

the king will simply sigh.

And life goes on with a song of silence,

And thought a stream of desire,

for even when Earth is but a humble celibate,

sole is my quagmire.