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Widening Gyre

A thund'rous clap, a shriek of scraping planks:
Our ship, without a warning burst in two,
And we, in horror watched as flotsam sank,
And Davy Jones began to take his due.
Bereft of bravery, we clung to scraps
Of barrels, masts, or slabs of broken beams;
And watched in horror as our hopes collapsed
Swept ever down with all our vanished dreams.
Then 'round and 'round in ever widening gyre,
A vortex dragged the broken ship below
Consumed and lost in Davy's wat'ry fire
And we, as well, were caught within the flow.

So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.

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