flailing water wings down by the riverbed
because a sun drought treats you colder
  whistle the names of the tight-lipped
  ghosts whose hunger pangs    
on
     and
on

Worthwhile reaching out
Hellbent on riches

No One
Believed
You

and now you believe in nothing.
What else is there to believe?
Smoldering giants in the undertow
thats what!

Draw a gentle rock and pry it from
its gums

          
          flying was the greatest mistake