Warning to Mariners
The wrecks might drift for a while
On the current or with the wind
But they will change to stationary objects
And they will fall from grace with the sea
If they interfere with navigation
They are noted on charts
Or even dragged from the bottom
And left elsewhere
Always new ones are discovered
The ones that float just near the surface
They haven't yet decided to sink
They rock slowly, sadly imitating a ship
The space shuttle Discovery wrecked
In the high air and
The solid rocket boosters alone were
Still afloat, still on the correct heading
They left the wreckage behind
And headed out to sea
Those that are dangerous
A hazard to navigation
Brave the deep without
A soul aboard
©2017 eolon
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