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The Great Liners

The age of the great liners is over now.

Titanic, Britannic: they lie

On the bottom like broken cathedrals.

But imagine how beautiful they were:

Gleaming star lobes, chandeliers,

Staircases winding into blinding light.

Five, six stories tall, they loomed

Before us like bright cities.

Andrea Doria, Lusitania:

On the last day they will rise

And take their place in the night sky.

The dead will peer from their staterooms

Into the stellar dark,

And we who call ourselves survivors

Will stare into the vast

Stories of light,

The earth made buoyant by their passing.