Sirens cut through the smoke filled night,
Chaos under a dim half moon...
She burnt for eighteen hours more,
A legacy ending much too soon.
Three Coast Guard vessels now stand guard
Each under a flashing blue light...
Over the patch of cold dark water,
Where she gasped and sank from sight.
Suspicion and blame devour the cove,
It's true, her fate appears shady...
Still, it seems such a sad demise,
For this once proud, historical lady.
I worked on this fine ship back in 1970/71 in the stormy waters of Alaska. Sad to see her go to such a neglected state. Sea helped to shape my character.
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