At the time of publication of this poem the five souls lost in Horizon’s Titan submersible have not been found or rescued.
Anchoring Our Humanity
An other deep see adventure
On the Horizon
Look out
A sentry after
One Titanic failure
Invites an other
Broad casting
Fickle knews
A ruler
Proving the exception
Disaster tourism
With billion airs
Pro claiming
The top of the our
And every won counts
Mean wile
Thousands drown every season
The refugee cries is
Left for mum
The wait of human life
Baring down on us
I can’t breathe
Looking for heir
None
Too soon?
