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The Drowning

you walked across

the bridge far, far

away to the screaming

dock that assembled

the people with candles

flickering into the

night beside the

lady whose five year

old drowned. you saw

them speak in tongues

and cast cries to an

invisible God who never

misses funerals. you

watched them pull the

little girl from the

river that kept her

for three days cursing

all the horror. you

fell beside the child’s

mother who snapped in

the company of strangers

her tears carried by

a desolate wind.