Bearing Crosses

Beginning

With no ending

Misrepresentations

Of a life aquatic

Coming in waves

Pitched from the lip

Caught him by the toe

Not to hold

Nor

hold down

Held under

By painted fish

Who despise their own wetness

And

stay dry

Now I’m soaked

Imaginary scales

Tell two soft lies

And

Play rough

And

Smother my mouth, eyes, ears

Yet

evil is spoken, seen, heard

Feed me blood

Nourishment not in the cards

Nor

the stars

Death little

Death big

Life unsustained equally

In the cosmos

Or

Under the sea