Silver Bodies

Cull the silver bodies from the waves

their shimmering lives in your fingers

call the coral islands from the bay

and a mountain will rise

lay the little bones among the reeds

and hide in the light of the ages

curl the bloody moon around the clouds

and pull in the tide

and all will be carried away

in the surge and the wash of the waves

to arrive on the shores of the islands

where the body will rise