*The featured image is by Katherine Kromburg via Unsplash.

I wither
In the arms of the dead
I shiver
A reminder of the head
I used to hold
So lovely
On this neck of mine
So heavy
From the weight of wine
This mind
It wafts like linen
In the breeze
Kept cold bodies from sin’n
Kept lives
Like mine
Away from their deeds
Dead men
Tell no tales from waters deep
Their bones
A broth causing whales to weep
We listened
We went fishin
We brought those bones aboard our ship
Then ghosts
Appeared to silence our lips
They held us
They held us near
For what do bones and ghosts to fear
And now we travel these waters high
Among the dead
You and I