Again, this year bodies
fell through the sky, bodies
fell through the blue, holding hands.
They landed naked in the water still
holding hands, while families fainted as they
watched the screens and the hands and the bodies,
their beloved floating in the cold, dark water.
What is gravity in the middle of a black ocean,
in waves and wind and violent under pull.
Where do the living and the dead things meet,
when skin and love go missing in the middle
of purple water, when gravity exists
only to offer limits. We still hold
hands, and watch while the mystery
of life goes under and the bodies
sink, and the families hold
hands, and wait for tokens,
try to forget the blind,
slimy creatures that live
on the gravity
that still works