The Ghost of the Liberty Hull

From Kaiser's forge, a hurried birth,
Across the waves, a global girth.
No grace in lines, no sculpted art,
Just steel and sweat, a beating heart
Of industry, a wartime plea,
To haul the goods across the sea.

A thousand souls, a thousand dreams,
Reflected in the ocean streams.
They carried fuel, they carried men,
Then vanished, swallowed, lost, and then
Some returned, with rust and scars,
Beneath indifferent, distant stars.

Now echoes whisper, deep and low,
Where sunken hulls and currents flow.
The ghosts of rivets, stark and grim,
Remembering when life was a whim,
A cargo loaded, a distant shore,
The Liberty Hull, forevermore.

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