his body sleeps low beneath the water, you don’t know what you’ll tell your daughter. but something else was underneath him; demon, god-starved soul. a heathen way to act, but they can’t blame you for taking out the trash, the sinew building up and stretching out; she’ll never trust now what’s within you. things which comes across as anger, hatred, soul-suck, pangs of hunger, birds of prey. a prayer for your town;
don’t let him wake up in the place where he drowned.