Blub, blub, blub… the poem opens with the imagery of the sea that's holding the Titanic deep at the bottom. All of the steel chambers, mirrors, jewels and other pretty things are at the bottom too, only this time they're surrounded by curious fish and sea-worms that are none too impressed. But since they're in the sea now, those jewels aren't as pretty since they're lightless (no light at the bottom of the sea) and of no use to anyone. The speaker then goes on to tell the story of the Titanic's construction that was simultaneously underway while the iceberg was growing too. So the two are kind of cosmically connected, but not in a good way. When the two do eventually meet, these worlds collide with some awfully tragic circumstances.