A Tale of Two Tragedies

            Powerful Tragedies

Today the world wonders at the fate

Of five folk in some submarine

Searched for after going silent

During a two-fifty grand tour (entitled 

Titan) of the Titanic – itself a lesson in 

Fancy, dancing deckchairs –

In tiny imitation of that tragedy,

At the same time as we witness

Several hundred drown at sea

Within a rope’s throw off a trawler.

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One wonders if we’ll mourn the mates 

Of Elon Musk when his rocket rips apart

Upon launch towards barren Mars,

While millions bake below upon

Our once bountiful, but burning planet 

Beneath their billion dollar debris.

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I have no photos to illustrate this poem, written yesterday, since there are plenty of photos out there. I could have picked any idiotic man with too much money as easily as the man who ruined twitter, but he’s the one most vocal about going to Mars, which is in my opinion the first thing on the to-do list after just about everything else anyone can think of. It’s not like it’s not a good idea to explore, but robots and rovers don’t get cancer like humans do.