Fishing Up the Dead

A night poet discovers - late arrivals, words surfacing in the light of day. Throw a grappling hook, lower a life-raft it will soon be too dark to see to rescue the drowning. Words lay down their lives enter another night aboard ghost ship. A nocturnal unrest trawls for time tossed bodies, attempts are made, cold lips to warm Upon the surf of another morn a fully formed cadaver, newly dressed presents itself for further study.