Who lies here at the bottom of the sea,
lost but not forgotten?
The ties of seaweed knotting her hair
as she clasps the child in her arms
for all eternity.
What country did she leave for this
over-crowded, listing, pirate-boat?
What exile has forced her to walk the plank
and place her weary feet upon the leaking wooden boards
with only her child and hope for company?
Slippery, drowned hope
No rope or raft to hold her
No lifeboat, no warm hand
No embrace but her child and the empty sea
forever and ever