A Glint of Gold

'Object in the water dead ahead, sir'
Came the bow-watch report.
'Right rudder one degree'
'Right rudder one degree, aye, sir.'
'Stop all engines.'
'All engines stopped, Captain.'

By momentum, we glided past an object
On the portside.
Floating faceless, dressed in navy dungarees,
His torn body drifted by.

I had seen death before.
I gave little wonder, until
Between the fish feeding on his flesh,
I saw a glint of gold reflecting from
His wedding ring.

'All engines ahead two.'
'All engines ahead two, aye, Sir.'

I wonder now,
Does she still wonder too?

poem by Lynn W. Petty
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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