I’ve always had a heading called Poems here, but never really dared put anything on it. I figured that needed to change, so without further ado, here’s

Titanic and the Iceberg (possibly a virus allegory)

“An iceberg here? It’s unthinkable
And anyway we’re unsinkable
so there is no real need for panic”
said the captain of the Titanic

You know the story, the ship that sunk
(and the captain’s last words: “By Jove, that stunk!”)
but what of the iceberg? Did it feel remorse?
It sailed on regardless, stone cold, off course

In warmer waters it met its match
in the shape of an isle, elementary, natch
Did it cry at last? Did it finally melt?
We’ll never know what that iceberg felt

But under the oceans Titanic lies,
a victim to malnavigation and lies
and dreams of that one chance meeting,
that one kiss, no matter how fleeting.

(For NM)