The tintinnabulation of the river
slips its silver tongue inside my ear,
it tells me


shine water whispers
mercury propaganda that, even, from your heart I wouldn't hear,
quivers, laces, weaves


into, through, and around
threads my skeleton with web stronger
than steel


bridges plunged to the clay
holding no water
crocheted the steel rusts with you


and to me is unreachable marvel
forbidden, violators will be prosecuted
persecuted though


I have been to the river's bank, that is
I have walked the water's edge, that is I
have been drawn,


long, by the current, poured
into it, bled into it
and became, and remain, there.