Unfathomable Death Poem by Else Cederborg

All the waves caress her young body at will
dead in waters, tumbled like sea weed
washed ashore, a soulless object with no will
the little waves lick her body like lovers
her clothes almost gone

Laid bare she poses like for a nude study
turned into an object whoever wants her may take her
yes, any force of nature may possess her
the waves and the little fishes poke at her
seemingly they doubt her death as she would herself
just ask her and give her a living toungue
hear her say 'I never die, others do, but not me'