there are bodies in the water
again palms turned up like lilies
petalled fingers curling for the sun

his face has started to turn
blue as the shadows on the banks
greener than the sides of the fish
eating at the hole his rib left

she looks like eve with leaves
caught in her hair and her eyes sewn
shut mouth cut in a smile

and I pray god isn't watching
their decay as I push another
off the pier