There was a lull,
as often was, upon the lunch
aboard the ship.
Sated by exquisite food
led to dullness
in wit and behaviour.
Morning worship duties completed,
full in soul of spiritual provisions,
as were the stomachs of food.
A Sunday afternoon like any other
to mull over the task of nothing much.
Lazy meander on promenade with
a quell of stilted polite chatter.
To only know then before
what lay ahead on the evening
to pull thoughts forward,
maybe that Sunday afternoon
aboard
the Titanic
would have been different.
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