Hollows

Your brother reads Kipling, and I can’t help

but think of decapitation. From my vantage,

we have all lost our heads. The shotput moon 

hollows out the ocean. Rock-bottom.

This is where deep-sea divers dredge

for tokens to place upon the eyes of the dead.

This is the abyss:  even though 

I cannot see through time, I feel its emptiness.