And shuddering, anticipating
the drowning that, if she left
this world forever
Jesus would getI mean, save her,
he thought, but said: Lets have a sandwich.
She watched eye-bulbs turn down,
barely lidded. Under the shaving scar
that clung to his chin
like a bit of dirty string,
his jaw-shadow dropped. He said: Fish.
It hit her again: no hole, no way downriver
through flood, through flame, excreta,
all the way there, to the Louisiana
of his heart. The peak of the swell
would break over in white threads
like water moccasin fangs,
Nothing lay ahead, was all
Never being able to say he was part of it
the rush of such a gigantic wave.