Sitting upright in the mud
the proud ship waits
silent as a tree
waiting for a lonely diver
I swim towards it slowly
disturbing shoals of fish
looking for survivors
Then the white faces
come and go again
hidden in the depths
like unsolved mysteries
Diving faces
pale as death
their transparent bodies
show the pain
I leave the ship
leaving the bodies in peace
their lives may have gone now
their souls live on forever
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/017-i-swim-towards-the-sunken-ship/
