by Pavel Chichikov
See how I return, remain
A little while, I'm gone again
Like the planets' phases stay,
Leaves in threadbare, fall away
I the sluggish, tawny creek
Stuffed with bodies, standing weak,
Strength dispersing, losing spate
Gorged with creatures drowned of late
Flaccid python in repose
Where they drowned I seething rose,
Den of muskrats in their bank
Breathed my water, choked and sank
Coils of thick and writhing flood
Pumped my muscle up by mud
Pressed and strangled beaver lungs
Smothered goslings were my dung
Hair and skin or hard of shell
Into oceans I expel
Then I wither till I stop
Fleshly falling drop by drop
See how I return, remain
A little while, I'm gone again
I the boneless breathless slave
Jesus strangled in His grave
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