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A poem based on the book "Shadow Divers", in which a team of divers discover a German U-boat off the coast of New Jersey. This U-boat was later discovered to be the U-869.


Submitted:Apr 7, 2012    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


One diver went to the bottom of the vast underwater plains,

And came upon a steel object, beams twisted from apparent strains

He saved the geologic location, the numerical coordinates by chance

For he knew that through the days the encounter would dance

On the way back up to the boat, he saw the looming shape below

He recognized the streamlined body, and his breathing began to slow

What he was peering at looked to be a torpedo, but he just could not be sure

His air must have been leaking; his eye's surely just saw a blur

He went to great depths of the sea,

Just to see what the sunken tube might be.

'Twas off the coast of New Jersey that it was found

Thought at first it might've been a pipe barge that ran aground

Little did anyone know it was a submarine they'd found

Little did he know that he was soon about to make history,

However, the submarine's location and how it came there to be would remain a mystery

How could a German submarine in our waters not be known?

Even on government shipwreck maps, it was never shown

Chatterton would search night and day

Through history books and records until the sub gave its name away

Chatterton became obsessed with the horrible thing,

It would swim through his mind at any recollection that it may bring

He went to great depths of the sea,

Just to see what the sunken tube might be.

'Twas off the coast of New Jersey that it was found

Thought at first it might've been a pipe barge that ran aground

Little did anyone know it was a submarine they'd found

Out of the small team of divers,

I am sorry to say there were not many survivors

How many deaths would it claim?

Before it would gain worldwide fame?

Killed the pair of divers that were father and son

Their judgment was a little tangled if you'll pardon the pun

Chrissy Rouse should have just followed his penetration line at the start

Nevertheless, he would not leave until the canvas was apart

He was low on air, bolted to the surface like a dart

Wasn't able to do a proper decompression, and the blood foamed in his heart

The same thing happened with his father,

But when Nagel told them to do CPR, someone said "Too late, don't bother"

He went to great depths of the sea,

Just to see what the sunken tube might be.

'Twas off the coast of New Jersey that it was found

Thought at first it might've been a pipe barge that ran aground

Little did anyone know it was a submarine they'd found

Chatterton stuck to trying to crack the mystery, as paper will to glue,

All to moniker the nameless sailors on board the U-Who

Calls to people in high places, across the world he flew

Looking for even just the smallest clue

Until they uncovered a knife and had cleansed the handle

That had the name Horenburg inscribed, they could see by the light of a candle

Among their few little artifacts they had dug up

They found a dish imprinted with the swastika, and fragments of a shattered cup

Also discovered was a schematic diagram that confirmed where the u-boat was built

Finally, the undead sailors understood, and in the divers' interest, the scales began to tilt

He went to great depths of the sea,

Just to see what the sunken tube might be.

'Twas off the coast of New Jersey that it was found

Thought at first it might've been a pipe barge that ran aground

Little did anyone know it was a submarine they'd found

Finally, after a sudden idea struck Kohler, get into the blocked engine room

The spare parts boxes should bear the name of the sub that had met its doom

The only problem was to unblock the entrance and then swim inside

Kohler and Chatterton would have to work together to lever an obstruction aside

The riskiest part was yet upon them, when Chatterton realized they would not fit

He'd have to take off his air tank and push it ahead of him then through a little nook slip

Once inside he was astounded by all the machinery that surrounded

Then eyeing the boxes, overjoyed to them he bounded

One tiny little thing the size of a shoebox, yet this object wouldn't budge, wouldn't shift

Looking for the sledgehammer he had brought, through the silt he began to sift

Running dangerously low on air, and running the same risk as the Rouses' who'd died,

He would closely watch the gauge, then return above, even if the tags continued to hide

Finally, after much effort, he was able to get the blasted box onto his shoulder

Applauded for his victory once safely aboard the Seeker, thanked god he was allowed to grow older

Finally, the mystery was over, and through all odds down the line,

The U-boat was shown to be the missing U-869

He went to great depths of the sea,

Just to see what the sunken tube might be.

'Twas off the coast of New Jersey that it was found

Thought at first it might've been a pipe barge that ran aground

Little did anyone know it was a submarine they'd found





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