Drain any lake or bog,
On purpose or by drought,
And you’ll be bound to find
Human bones of some kind,
Maybe themselves well-bound,
If humans live nearby
Or ever lived nearby.
The usual suspects—
Ritual sacrifice
And casual murder—
Rank high. Probably not
Suicide. They rarely
Take care to weight themselves
Properly and are found
Floating, regularly.
What does this tell you, Soul
Considering these words?
You don’t like who you are,
What you did. You don’t like
To be found out. You don’t
Understand how depth works.
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