There was no panic on the Titanic,
the listing deck the platform of life
for those aboard, strangely; of course,
lifeboats righted the horizon for few;
but for the most, the ticket converted
one way to doom on that very liner;
the unsinkable is the genius of life
bequeathed to any ground supporting it,
and its failure is in isolation,
labelled a disaster, redeemable
in time; the earth, the ultimate sphere
of the platform of life cannot it seems
elude the inevitable; the shift
in gravity spills people in their thousands
on to city centres, there is no panic
in the urgency of protest, there is hope.
