halocline

the following is full lowing.

*

does a river

remember the sea

or does it only close its eyes

in the warmth of the sun

and your running into the waves

to cool off

back into my dripping arms

*

all things grow

including the dead

who spread

back to breathes

still suffocating on

the thought of you

and the nothing that

stays

in too many

but not enough

of them

*

death sits

and waits

for you to sit

and wait

for it

do not

let heaven save you

bring it through hell

so that when it comes

to take you out of this birthright

with the little living left

the bones will rattle

with fear

for you have killed worse things

than

the gods