“Desolate and empty
the sea—”
how come we are all drowning
and we cannot see each other
gasping for breath under water?
You could have done something
for him, you know,
all you people dressed in black,
crowded around the urn.
but that is what he
must have been thinking too
and perhaps his voice
must have been a whisper,
a smiling ghost surveying the room.
© Alexandra Jema