Ralph Wainscott

(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)

The Arizona

For fifty years, a ship lays beneath the sea,
In a bay of tranquil bliss.
Today, bubbles of oil still surface
And you ask, "Why was this?"
The hull and decks appear,
As a coral reef from above
And the memories fill the bubbles,
With the heartache of love.
Listen, you can hear sounds of voices.

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