The Bloody Atlantic

Metalic railing bridge brass bedposts to
the ocean floor just above the blistered
leather trunks stacked like an altar to Neptune.
A canopy of scrap metal securely wraps itself
around bone fragments and lost evening wear,
worn and stained with a green living glow.
Sunken deeply to the coldest depths,
An act of violence and war suppresed by time and surf ;
The Underwater ghost-town.