six-souls
at the bottom of an Oklahoma lake;
forty-three plus years
and never a wake.
only guesses
and all were wrong,
no one sang any of them
their final sad-song-
let us send them now
on their way,
and let them have their eternal rest
finally, this very day-
a 50 chevy
a 69 camaro,
at last troubled families
are able to let go-
let the stories
be told,
settle the worries
of old-
no illusion
is real,
until the facts are found
that we all feel-
too young
they died,
even though
so many hoped and tried-
truth is truth
for even the young and old,
sooner or later
must let go of their souls-
no one knows
for certain why,
the only reality is
every one eventually does die-
for these six souls
are finally blest,
as their mysterious disappearance
is at long last laid to rest-
God may your mercy
now shine,
on those who have waited for an answer
such a long, long time-
You crafted the exact scene through the poem..fantastic, loved it: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This story shocked me. I imagined the second car lost settling in beside (or even on top of?) the first car, submerged for some time..did the inhabitants of the second car glimpse the first car, and see their fate written there, the same? Thanks for this Smoky. You wrote some thoughts of mine in here.. great minds and all that ;)