I take my time
I rot and wind
no place, but here
all movement
moving down
I fell from grace
cast like a bouquet
my face alert
a face intact,
a face intact
my bones picked bare
I perfume in dispair
I curse these rapids
as I curse my family
my brother
deep in a grave
my father
deep in a grave
my mother
deep in a grave
all dead, but
me
I pour and run
armless
socket of my mouth
terrible
the wind howls
through my hull
mosses filtered through my bones
blood of drowned men
filtered through my heart
constant flight of stairs
reduced to the path
of again
and again
and again