This caber
a light sabre
that cut into the night
my saviour
shown a way through
to the world and
I knew it
was morning.

The river,
a sewer.
I knew a river like that
flat fish
dead fish and a wish
full of streams that fed off it.

Languages,
another sound barrier
a carrier bag with my thoughts
I should tag them along.

I bleed caustic soda
older is not better
just older
and so painful
it stings.