Hydrogen and oxygen
chained together
weigh down on sunken ships
putting lost sailors' bones under pressure.
Do their empty eyesockets
see fish swimming above
or birds in air?
Does the sun dapple through
fingers of seaweed or
clusters of leaves?
The corals and anemones
do they sway
in currents or in breeze?
A crab has taken the place of Eve
springing from the jacket
of one of these wide-eyed men.
A shock of red against sodden denim.
The sailor, as he lies,
smiles a toothy grin
the crab crawling across his ribs
and down his sternum
amazed that in this depth
there's still life within him.
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