Beneath the waves on April’s morn,
A silent giant, sleekly born,
Did face the sea with purpose proud,
Its heart of steel, its fate unbowed.

Thresher sailed on currents deep,
Her secrets cold, her mission steep.
East of Boston, waters vast,
A test begun would be her last.

The hum of life within her hull,
Of sailors brave and dreams so full,
Did meet the depths with steadfast stride,
Yet nature’s wrath could not abide.

A shuddered breath, a sudden cry,
The deep abyss, a mournful sigh.
A hundred twenty-nine souls lost,
A moment stilled, a grievous cost.

No beacon shone to light the dark,
No rescue came to find her mark.
The ocean claimed its silent prize,
Beneath the waves, no witness lies.

But from the loss, a lesson rose,
A vow to temper future throes.
The Navy forged with pain and grace.
A safeguard called the SUBSAFE case.

Her legacy, though wrapped in woe,
Ensured the depths would safer grow.
Though Thresher sleeps beneath the tide,
Her story echoes far and wide.

For every soul who dared the sea,
For those who served with dignity,
We cast a wreath, a tear, a prayer,
To honor lives now resting there.