There never was a body to bury
and never will be.
He is lost
and no amount of casting line
over the gunwales
will pull him in.
The hook would never find him,
his bones hidden by depths
and submerged rock.

I have wanted a map
of the ocean floor,
have felt I would search
every inlet and bay,
every sea trench as big
as the Grand Canyon
for him
but my sails are filling
with the breath of the world.