Scattered bones litter the ocean floor,
half buried beneath debris and murk
in depths far too deep for recovery.
Scraped from the face of the earth
by the Indochina tsunami,
a cataclysmic upheaval wreaked havoc in split seconds.
Many stared in awe far too long at the spectacle
a liquid fist of death curling inland,
than suddenly recognized their demise was at hand.
Running in fear one way, only to be sucked
into the maw, and vanish forevermore.
Whole villages relocated, marriages dissolved
and babies lost or orphaned times 150,000 and counting.
Somewhere beneath the deep aqua blue
lie many remains interred in unmarked watery graves.
Their bones restless in the current,
are shifting ever shifting.
Many empty eye sockets of skulls occasionally gape
upward as they roll, over vast sandy bottoms.
Long bones tumble together in vast piles like pickup sticks,
while rib cages freed of their souls lie submerged
like the staves of ancient shipwrecks gathering barnacles
and settling deep into the status of missing, presumed dead.
Somewhere beyond the insanity of yet, the earth will belch again
and swallow the bitter taste of sorrow