A cylindrical coffin-
a tubular tomb-
a watery grave-
a place of doom.
One hundred eighteen-
the number of the crew-
a synchronized last breath-
all the hands drew.
Cold hard steel-
surrounded the men-
but that wasn’t enough-
to save any of them.
A cylindrical coffin-
a tubular tomb-
one hundred eighteen deaths-
that came much too soon.
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