Quickly headed for the bottom,
wreckage floating everywhere,
a tidal wave abeam had caught'em,
sailing ships in fortune's snare.
"Abandon ship", but not your friends,
the sailor's bond nothing can break!
Terror destroys honorable ends,
monsters in seconds, pals forsake.
"Curse you, Matthew, for a coward,
do you want to live forever,
a tangled mate, leaving for'ard,
snared in cordage none can sever?"
Doomed to hear it, damned to wander
throughout the endless march of time,
what detergent would help launder
recall's fabric of heinous crime?
What could serve as mitigation
to release the troubled mind,
Justice asked for litigation
by the accuser of mankind?
Unthinkable, let a friend die,
despicable to run away,
unbearable, that tortured cry
across these years, day after day.
Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm