The wheel revolves despite the burning wreck
And Max collects the dripping fuel in cans
To drive another mile—his aimless trek
To live beyond the span of better plans.
The television called for civil calm
Before the power died away for good.
The first to die had sang the loudest psalms,
Forgetting what the rest had understood.
The predators have picked away the brave;
Selecting cowards—such as I—to strive
To seek my family; to find and save
And never yield so long as I'm alive—
Or see them murdered; hear their final groans,
Then search for nothing, driving roads alone.
“Whatever it was that shook a 260,000-ton Japanese supertanker as it sailed through calm waters between Oman and Iran just after midnight Wednesday, it was not a freak wave... Several theories are doing the rounds: The 333-meter-long ship collided with a submarine or a degraded sea mine left over from the Iran-Iraq war; there was an internal explosion; or, most unsettling of all, it was the target of an attack by pirates or terrorists in a strategically vital stretch of water in a sensitive region.”
– Justin McCurry, Christian Science Monitor, July 30, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-Pacific/2010/0730/Top-three-theories-on-what-damaged-Japanese-oil-tanker-near-Iran
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