Overboard

cold

in current,

never much to

thrash for. swept

along into the lost, all

such empty flotsam, living

jetsam, vessel tethers severed

from faint trails scratching away at

the mother, our salt, devouring,

hungry swells, swallowing

in her dark blue theft,

the deeper lossing

colder, below

as, sinking,

colder,