Death by Tsunami

I saw a human body
dangling in the sky,
arms and legs spread
lazily as if floating
in water, but not, not;
a body plucked
from the still restless
ocean, suspended
from the belly of a helicopter.

On the shore, men gathered,
arms reaching upward,
to receive it as though
for some eagerly awaited
offering, on the sand,
as it descended; one dead,
whose naked body speaks
for twenty-five thousand
humans, lost.