DROWNED POET

At first the body retains all its features of life.
The hair, still growing, becomes the same shade as the water.

The stones in the pockets
the words (no, just stones)
weigh the body down.

When the clothes rot, the stones lose their grip
and decomposition begins:
fish and various creatures
water beetles & dragonfly larvae
swim about & inside the body
break out like poems (no, just...)

break outta the flesh
outta th cage f bones

(Frantic to be born.)