Water's Leap
Now, it seems the clearest suicide.
The Bad River leaps off the cliff
as if it knows what dire flavors
lie in wait miles and weeks below.
My mother's veins are shot full
of evolutionary cyanide.
Gravity will claim these waters,
replace trout with carp; with
garbage; with coagulated
junk food.
The lexicon of water over stone
will give way to voices of shit;
to the ooze of sludge words,
mud words, words that must
wear boots against the future.
It leaves my legs to find those
of oil-rigs in a salty gulf.
It makes me want to leap.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
This is such a great line, dear Scribe. But don't you dare leap. 
I haven't been swimming in years. 
I'd have to do a swan dive after yer ass & drag ya to shore. 
Good luck in Darcy's contest, my Friend. 
