Born to Water (Written June 24)

Born to Water


How can anything born to water

Look so drowned? Your sad eye,

Half closed, sees nothing.


Your mouth, almost a smile,

Is shut forever. Your sleek

Body seems ready to slip


Once more into the deep.

Your snout rests on a rock

Embedded in the muddy banks


Of our river, where the tide

Has washed you. Your hunger

Drove you into the invisible net,


Where you struggled to break free

But failed, as long ago Agamemnon,

Born to water, found himself covered


In a net with no holes for the neck

Or arms, suffered blows to the heart

And lungs, and drowned in his own blood.

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