Lifeboat Six of the Unsinkable Ship

Lifeboat Six of the Unsinkable Ship
“It’s the unsinkable ship!” the builder would say,
Thomas Andrews: more famous every day.
Twenty-two hundred, twenty-three that night,
Only seven-oh-six survived the fright.

Andrew’s safe precautions were overthrown,
On April 14, these mistakes were shown.

Just twenty lifeboats aboard the huge ship,
Twenty-eight people the lifeboats did grip,
While she could hold up a grand sixty-four,
Small boats could carry thirty-seven more.

With these facts, lifeboat six was left to roam,
Among the survivors Molly Brown stood alone.

Watching the Titanic plummet downward,
She shrieked, “Go back!” but none really preferred.
Frozen, lifeless faces stared up at her,
Like ghosts playing hide and seek she was sure.

“You’re bloody mad!” his voice splutters and groans,
“They’ll sink the lifeboat!” his voice shatters soul.
Just two hours and forty minutes to kill,
Fifteen hundred lives lost, this man stands still.
She thinks of Andrews in the foyer, blank,
Dreaming of Titanic’s glorious rank.

Goes down with his ship in a deadly dome,
Glass condensed, music ends, Thomas’ll go home.

“Hichens!” She challenges, “You’ll go with them!”
They search for survivors around the hem.
Found them or not is a mystery now,
Molly Brown is known for not standing down.

A century later, still much unknown,
Much of the history dies as Brown’s own.

What was once a voyage: beautiful, grand,
Separated by class, the sink unplanned,
Only few got away, lacking the snip,
Thus, lifeboat six of the unsinkable ship.

Heartbreaking history wrapped in a tome,
Now the youngest survivors fin’lly come home.