Waterkill 

it isnt great 
trying to breathe from the bottom of the fate lake 
i feel the vibes as feet of christ go by 
large and small and fast they fall 
under melting summer sky 

praying for my dear breath 
dont want to face my fear of death 

dredge and fork and dive and fish 
for everyone's best wish 
but still with my eyes and ears 
without breath, even still 
i like it down here in waterkill 

separate from the shoal of unserious 
who fed upon my dwindling life 
robbed what dim and dying soul that i might 

settled in the nervous core 
days down, recollecting youth before 
holding my dear self, dont want to feel my flesh unfelt 

slowest tortoise, fastest shark 
i watch from the bottom of the lake dark