Why does
the strident
sea air always
make me think
of sinking ships?

I see it now,
the stern,
stood wagging,
like a
ducks arse,
wriggling
as its
slides deep
to its cushy
rest.

And time 
shrouds it,
the currents
crusting the
boney beams and 
bow with 
convivial
heaving 
blades of
weed for 
the eels 
to snuggle in.

And eventually 
the skeletal beams
become too provocative
to treasure hunters.

Alas,
a fool's
errand, that!
No gold.
Not one lost
earring
or, a even a 
glitching
loot box
Gashapon.

Robert Peel, British politician and father of modern British policing, died today in 1850.

Ernest Hemingway, American journalist, novelist and short story writer, died today 1961.