weeping

i'm in the ocean watching something move
perhaps alive; unconscious just the same
no more than wind can hope to be down here
the current takes my hand
i look away

it's quiet but deep voices travel far
the better to be heard by those who fear
a way is made to peace by whispers weird
i shouldn't trust my feet on deeper sands
than man has walked and lived to dream of

light fades upon the coral and the stone
who spew their shade on bones their fathers carved
each grain of life surrounds uncommon flesh
still deeper things than this my hands have found
and touched the pitiless, but not by choice