Trade    by  Josh Garden

Far out to sea
the drowned man
wanders
untroubled by the
swells or scent
of home
deaf even to the
voices of the deep
muttering in ancient
tongues

In the city
the ink's still drying
on a headline
one more death by water
and a family
collapses in black

The news breaking late
like a wave
on a fisherman's transistor
as he reels in
one shining life
to preserve
the balance

© Josh Garden