Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Knowing

On her virgin voyage and she

Was unsinkable so was said.

But now she's sinking, and with me,

Along with many too soon dead.

So with these comrades I do drink.

For free the liquor's handed out,

And helping me not have to think

About my looming fate no doubt.

The band's still playing, and I sing

Fun songs I'll never sing again,

As downward the whole room does swing,

And what's left of my world does spin.

A whiter shade of pale, my face,

Knowing my death, the time and place.