Synchronised bones and steering muscle
oar in perfect pulse, sinew and blood function
and water stirs barely. No scythe steals
soil's ferment or froth.
Reedless direct hits, the crests of birds
splinter sky, a cracked and untrue glass.
The raft eases as bloodrush.
With ill lungs waterfalls voice
and river shards lightless. Branches deadlock,
scrape in all innocence and tear at the river's flesh,
taste. Rapids murk low on their bellies, breed,
all escape covered boiling and low. Waterfall must
exist maddening inside the head, hammering
and hammering, down, fast, where the rivers tongue,
where the trees are sun-skinned, reptile, derelict.
Down into the seething place
where night must collect.
Further, slower, the rapids settle, the river
spreads. Will languish and scratch its flat
brown back on riverbed wrack. Raising humps
of put out beasts. Learning trails like marked hide.

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