it starts like this: shock sullying the surface. mud clings
to bird feet, to toad tongue: already pinned the unfortunate.
sticky blackness in blackness hides under rocks
and snatches passing ants, kidnapper of industry.
mushroom light in the distance: the swamp will swallow
unrecognizable after a month of inexorable loneliness.
souls hang in damp mist that has never seen open sky:
we alight on water like dragonflies destined for jewelry.