An Elegy: Crossing the Deep
Their boat sank with its music.
Gone into
night’s dark yawn.
The sky blind and cold,
stars drowning the weary
who were rocked to sleep.
Some raced to the deep.
Faces and limbs
scattered and sinking,
mouths drinking up the sea.
And still it lingers, a singing,
a stillness of hymns,
on the floor of boundless sea
there in fathoms … sleep.
An elegy poem: Today, 6 people have died after a boat carrying migrants sank in the English Channel, off the French coast. In total 62 men, women and children were rescued. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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