The River That Forgot Itself
It occurs inside a strange land
there is a river-crossing
but there is no river
just a flood between gravesites
but there are no graves just yards
for the displaced.
It's at the back of a somewhere
that strange lost acre -
the strange place.
Hidden for years, a longtime hidden
gonna have to do some digging
some unearthing
but how do you dig under a river?
Water will rise
get above your brain if you let it
It's a black rain,
each drop
a drop of pain
and the river is running
before you know it - you're in it
pouring out.
She did not drown
it was the blood that drowned in her mouth.
You had to watch the flood
bubble-up out of her soiled earth
and that was the river that forgot itself
until you closed your eyes
and crossed it once more.
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