Overboard - Repost

Last week I submitted this poem to an online literary magazine for publication. I wanted to repost it here. I am sure I am one of thousands who submitted, but I will certainly let everyone know if I am lucky enough to get it published.

First toes, then knees, then chest, then head
The water closes over us
Here chained together, living dead
But now we will be free at last.

Three weeks we sat and starved and stank
Three weeks there shackled in the hold
But we have chosen death to this
And now are safely overboard.

My wife and child are dead as well
Murdered the day that I was chained
And I rejoiced his bloodstained knife
For now they are at home in heaven.

And if my soul can find that place
From this my placeless grave of sea
Yes, I will join them once again
And forever will be free.