From the bottom of havock
She lay
In a door of glass
She hid her face
And crazy men
In yellow hats
Mocked the fear
That dripped helplessly
And the wounded dog
Wanted nothing more
Than eyes of fear
Behind the muddy river
Without a holt
It ran
Past rocky frown
And puffy neck
It spread and jogged
And sweat glands didn’t fill
For flow was far too eager
And carat rich body
Was frictionless surface
Now the river drips
Off ramps of pale flesh
And stops at sharp ends
Of shoulder and hip
-Bianca Gain