The Deepest River

– Jesse Dickson

The water runs midnight;
No glisten no glimmer
So listen, bold swimmer
For horrors are drifting,
Both shocking and
sickly
In people quite
slickly.

It’s hidden so plainly,
So clearly it’s spotted|
But quickly tongues knotted
When entrapped by current.
Some bubbles

some splashes;

None troubles the river –

Tide monsters float free.
Tried monsters are rare.
Tied monsters aren’t there.

You are.

Beware.

You look pale, Frankenstein.
Good.
I am reliably informed that
we are

all

seventy
percent

 

Water.