Out Of Horror There Was Beauty Poem by Phil J Hambling

The ship was lost
In tragedy
Yet a city was founded in its ruins
In submarine reams
Of shimmering suits
The busy citizens flit
Colourful in the deep waters
The hull a shield from predators
The cannons silent and confounded
Hiding the octopus from harm
The gold and silver treasures
Shine as they might
Have no value here
The coral slowly taking in
It's adopted child
Using a timescale and currency of its own
And out of horror
There was beauty
Deep down
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