the chains –
they rattle me;
weigh me down.
hands like oars
pull me to shore.
the anchor –
pull me down,
keep me still still –
into the deep
of anxious thrills.
claw my way up –
no air in my lungs.
thrash my arms out –
there’s no escape,
no sound.
the gentle sway
cast out on waves
sings the lulls of
the dead man’s
float.
