2017-11-05

dead wake

Imaginary pictures from 1915. How cold was the Atlantic that day? The Lusitania listing. Alleged lifeboats spilling passengers into the sea. The green dream of Irish coastline ten miles away. It had been such a pleasant voyage until that moment. We were almost there. Three more meals. Then the dead wake of the torpedo. The dull thud, the muffled blast. Where are my children? Where is my life jacket?