Titanic by Ruby Miller

A bowl enters the water
A ship on the dock of uncertainty 
No one will pull the plug
The water will not empty

The bowl pops up 
It tries to stay afloat
But it is pushed
Down
    Down
        Down

The water flows into it
But know one will help
No one is near enough
The water stays

The bowl sinks down
It becomes one
With the water
It is gone

Bits and pieces
Of leftovers flow up
But they are no good
They are no longer edible