Self-Existent Light

Underneath the gunky brew There is a concrete floor. Underneath the floor Lies 3 snappy alligators. Inside each of those alligators Is a soul Twitching against death and survival. Adjacent to the gator stands the gator hunter Leaning against a parapet Of lava rock and sea salt. In the cottage, Down a mile, Hours later, Gator meat and black-eyed peas Were fed to 2 sooty children, Whose self-existent light's burned aglow With the smell of the meat-smoke Wafting up their noses.