Inauguration of
the Lusitania
By Jeffrey M.
Bowen
(December 2017)
Somewhere
as I half slept
An
inauguration drifted.
I dreamed of seas that moaned and wept,
By
morning fog had lifted.
I
thought it time to celebrate
A
president’s arrival.
But
then I choked and gasped “No, wait!”
The
question is survival.
Democracy
assures us
That
we still have a voice,
But discord oozing like some pus
Reveals
a fateful choice.
Arrogance
is the lot we drew,
The
facts we just ignore.
Hidden
motives still abound,
And
disguise events in store.
Somehow
this seemed familiar,
As
I drifted on the sea.
The
sky was blue, the surface glass,
Thrown
back a century.
I floated with my jacket cinched,
Above
I saw the towers
Of
a massive ship still inching on,
Debris
cast off in showers.
From
her tilted decks it rained,
Life
torn apart and screaming
Like
some great animal in pain,
Its
entrails bloody streaming.
I
felt so cold, cried out in vain,
As
bodies floated round me,
I’d
chosen Lusitania
And
now the judgment bound me.
I
thought my ship invincible,
So
big, so fast, so vast,
But
then what seemed unthinkable,
Became
torpedo’s blast.
Because
of warnings overlooked,
I
thought I was protected,
But
now I float amid the hooks
Of
destiny infected.
Somehow
I knew the time could come,
I
knew we’d rue the day.
An
inauguration struck us dumb,
Yet
still we chose this way.
There’s
no escape to safety,
My
hopes have sunk like stones,
The
Lusitania haunts me
With the lessons in her bones.
The
Lusitania sank in May 1915.
Donald
Trump was inaugurated in January 2017.