Oh, soft mud
that bares
the fresh print
those tennis shoe
indents.

Moist and sloshing,
my feet sinking in
the muck that is
clinging to my jeans.

I am two hundred plus
pounds of heavy
slowly descending into
the brown ground
that gives way,
up to my calves.
So, there goes my legs
as I am ****** in.

I wonder if this
dark and monstrous
situation will cease,
will this earth beast
release me,
or will mud become
my quicksand
graveyard?