Xela - The Dead Sea

Shipments adrift these living vessels whereas
maritime textures nearby the gate
writhe linseeds to ultimately
conjure drunkships in salt water
when vivid my wet bones would
ghastly heat their creeping flesh
as jaunty savage as eerie the ritual
a floating procession shimmered
its icy cadavers sinking hence

Who's outstanding humid at dusk?
watching unsettlingly a light in the distance
that briefly seen culminates from higher
in oceanic evermore never going home
starving undead seafarer