Shipwreck In The Arctic
Blue frost on piano keys
holds the ship from sailing songs
throughout the air
that is a type of ocean;
warm hands that once held ivory
now somewhere, have gone lost at sea.
Dance floor slanted so,
where no one
will take partner for a ride,
as once the checkered hoofers stage
is left collecting fallen snow.
High squeak and crunch
of constant shifting ice
is the only melody around,
as two stack liner full of luxury
lays crushed and slowly compacted
until gravity draws it down
beneath the sea.