Down Below / by Academy Monthly

I try to stick to the coastline;

the waves push us around.

My boat is strong, like fortified wine,

but I keep glancing toward the bow.


A storm like none I’ve ever seen

came out of nowhere, shocked us all.

A wave of fear each time she leans

in the fight against these squalls.


My crew quivers in the torrential rain.

I call out my crew members’ names

to no response; it was all in vain. 

When she goes down, I’ll take all the blame.