The Silence of Watery Graves

We dove into the still waters,

delved too deep–


The waters were muddied

by the thickness of blood,

and we were stopped.


In our tracks, the dust settled

and all clues pointed towards

death. But signs are always arbitrary,


they lead to X, which only marks

the spot where an embarrassment

of riches was buried.


–Sharmi Cohen


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