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      e    D i e s e l    Boat As Waters Cool And Loved Ones GrieveFrom The Pier The Boat Would Leave
 Past The Point In Misty Shroud
 Ghostly Engines Fading From Aloud
 
 Underway Through History's Troubled Pages
 Carefree Dolphins Marked The Way
 Slipped Beneath As Ocean Rages
 Leaving None With Which To Play
 
 She Would Strike A Crowing Enemy
 A Spreading Fatal Blow
 That Gave The God's Of The Rising Son
 The Taste Of Fear To Know
 
 No Markers Herald Their Watery Graves
 Under Wind Swept Seas and Rolling Waves
 Silent Sailors On Eternal Patrol
 Scan Endless Skies For Kindred Soul
 
 Once More She Sailed From Lonely Piers
 As Cold War Drums Beat Mortal Fears
 To Enter Dark Waters Of The Snarling Bear
 And Bring Home Secrets Hidden There
 
 Now These Warriors Of The Deep
 Rust At Pierside As We Weep
 Forgotten By All But Those That Rode
 And Lived Their Lives By Silent Code
 
 When I At Last Cede This Salt Water Earth
 Lay Me Down On A Submarine's Berth
 Let Me Hear Again The Engines Roar
 And Sound The Klaxon's Song Once More
 
 So Set The Course For Heaven's Gate
 Though The Day Grows Long And The Hour Late
 I Must report To Those Who Wait
 For This Then Is The Submariner's Fate
 
 By Robert King
("RC") Poetry
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