Drifted.

Dead to him now
He holds but a shell,
A brittle, cracked mollusc
Abandoned, outgrown.

Denim and silk
Surround candy striped clay
Cast,
By long ago hands
Which feathered the flesh,
In artisan sweeps
Then rolled her around in his tide.

Gradually flaking away
Slivers of skin,
Left to blow, on the wind
Pound into sand,
Reshaped each passing hour.

Once there was life
Gleams of dark beauty, shimmering,
Now husks only remain,
Wispy, dried seaweed
And bleached pewter wood,
Detritus of nature and man,
Drifted, shifted, exposed.