3: πλαστικός

Floating, corpse-like living
in the crisp summer tide. Corals sharp enough to bite.
And in the azure-pacific haze, the salt dawns upon our eyes:
The surgeon resurrection. They do revive
the dead and dying souls, invigorate old decay,
With the sheen of tired youth hidden/stretched
Bask in the artificial glow. Already hear the cameras flashing,
So put on your face, curtains drawn, and welcome to the show.