Tragedy struck at dawning
when skies were overcast...
suddenly without warning
the boat was sinking fast.
The Captain and his working crew
went down with the ship that day;
in the middle of the mighty ocean
hundreds of nautical miles away.
There was such a morbid stillness
above that deep sea-bed,
as crying sea-birds gathered
to pay homage to the dead.
The roll of mariners lost at sea
'Cyberspace' will never know,
as the sinking of that Spanish vessel
happened long years ago.
Yet birds still swoop and hover
screeching their fond farewells
to those brave, heroic seamen
who died in the 'fires of hell'.
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