Brinks

A man has a plan for reasons unknown to go over the falls in a barrel.. Starting in calm dark waters into white caps of unknown. Picking up speed-jostled about a pinball on the rocks now at the brink where horizon meets sky. A manic carnival ride into the roars of white lions between life and light suspended in splendor drop of blood in a blender bulb pierces the devil's hole cracks to whirling damnation a bloody carnation then silence.. Retrievers in yellow vests tossing large steely hooks into the froth and snags feeling for the tug of death.. A weighted green body bag from glory to the morgue toe tagged Cold.