The Drowning

After the pulling           her blank breath

we red-eyed            no grip no       hand to hold

after the pulling        a pall          shrouded the beach

wind barely sifted the summer heat          shock

swallowing          pulling          as if a gigantic star dying

as if dying carved             of an unknown element

we cannot       name       or hold its scent    its scent

shadow and remembrance            remember how              

she lay there         after the pulling            and you

after they took her away            you outlined

the weight of her lain too long unmoving

your finger    trembling      tracing     you almost

lay down too          almost crawled inside her imprint

I watched you      you so lost        we so silent

soaked       in our stunning      we and she        and all          

our edges disappearing            when the tide came