it dammed
it ebbed
that river squeezed
and found its way around his knees
no wonder it felt cold in its rise
that water did
and around his waist it crept and hid
he'd seen it stop, he'd felt it slow
and with arms did he fight
that growing pile of damned delight
now as his chest is invaded
by the rising
quiver of damp and swarming the cheating
river hiding
he should have known that when it stopped churning
the slippery wet would
find another yurning
for now out of his rust arriving
that running burbling fate
of benevolent caught inequities
that can only sink
and drown
his hate