Member Poem

We left in the night,
black covering our tracks,
headed for
nowhere…
Our secret safe in our chests.
And still tucked there
when our bodies floated up
from Cimmerian
depths…
Buoyed with the stench of a century,
submerged in the igneous muck
of a frozen lake.

Hatchet marks
in our heads…
Our secret still safe in our chests.