Missouri
The fleeting dawn has translucent crystal light
that shimmers and wrinkles my furrowed slack skin.
Then a temperate touch, my terrors ignite
as beneath my waves, dark currents surge within;
since time began, I have carried human kind;
but still I yearn to swallow a troubled mind.
From hell roaring creek, I was spawned and grew old,
before fur traders rafted over my rocks,
indian canoes laced through my eddies cold,
where bison roamed in the summer equinox.
My hidden weeds clutched at fractured settlers' limbs;
where battles fed all veins in death's pseudonyms.
What darkness now heaves and hauls the river's wave?
you wait to board the last ferry's creaking ship;
its gas light might shine, but I still cling and crave
as every mortal must its dark pilot tip.
Then leave all kinships behind and seek to sleep
in lethe, sunken down yet so darkly deep.
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