boat sails black,
mourning barge
setting out in the morning.
silence a lonely thing,
just whispers of wind.
ropes of tangy spray
body corporeal grey
graded and ground.
tipped urn spread
they seeped away
earth to sea
ashes, salt meld,
floating away
gathered by the spume
then gone, vanished,
invisible.
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