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.

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