The Troop Ship
After the banking Junkers glints in the sun
the captain’s mind turns to dragonflies.
His second in command is absorbed in
the lull – until three forty-three precisely.
And then the bombs are dropped.
Survivors claim they heard very clear voices
raised in song to the point of immersion.
A Brenn-gunner fires until the water-line
reaches above his aching shoulders.
Silhouetted crowds flicker inside the hulk,
and a woman with an Olympian stroke
is said to glide away in a very straight line.
Others flounder in the bunker oil.
Some swear they can still hear the noise of
nine thousand souls beneath the unmarked sea.
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