Redo (Sonnet IX)

To sink or to swim
When ships capsize
The outcome is grim
And everything dies

What is this thing
I've found myself in
No life vest to cling
How long has it been

Is this ship doomed
No scraps to salvage
Has all been consumed
Look at us, now savage

Where does love go when it leaves
Did it go, or was it stolen by thieves