The first washed up on the shore
A body unknown
A last scream paused on its face
Caught in the current
Swallowing water
There is no bottom
As it pulls me further
The second washed up
A pair clutching
To consume each in an endless kiss
On a funeral pyre
We now fear not the dead
But their formless hunter
It lies beneath
The holy man says
This rivers bottom I´ve seen
Muddied and decayed
Broken bodies on the shore
Unknowns in the night
Hollow bones of buildings
Beware the Leopard
What to do but swim?
They died twice
When the breath left their bodies
And their name was said
For the last time
A vacant house in darkness
Where our lanterns couldn´t light
It stalks in there
Where memories go to die
The unspoken ghosts