Warning: PG-13
Every night as the clock struck one
He’d dream of the river, the rushing roaring waterway
As it split the two
The liquid poured over the sharp rocks and would spray
Toward the sun as they three
The sun, he and him
Stood and looked upon the bay
His mind slackened, settling down
From the bright day and the crimson life
The knives that pierce and spear
The guns that burst and click and clack
For though they were split
By this hurdle of water
He could feel the security and comfort
From the other, the one on the bank
Across the way
They would stand and smile as the sun observed
And then as his eyes began to close
When the warmth was greatest
When his toe had touched the cool clear water
The sun would erupt and the land would go black
And them two
Would stand as the cold began to leak back
Into his bones and into his eyes
As he watched the other ebb away
And it would be one
Who stood his hands stretched out in a faint plea
He sat up quickly at five to six
The roaring river falling out of his eyes, and the cry
“Don’t go.”
Into the night, and the roaring cars in the street
The sirens sounding from across the way
And then the man was gone
He dare not stay.
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