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 washer 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