There\'s a monster under the river,
under the water,
shown in slivers.
It\'s teeth like gleaming stones.
And when it opens up it\'s mouth
I gape at it\'s charcoal tongue-
the cause of which, therefore,
is of a liar burned and done.
It brought me to its armory,
underneath the algae
so I could see the weaponry,
for cutting and it\'s cunning.
It told me, with smoky exhaling,
that I should stay right where I\'m drowning
curiously conflagrating:
\"Is water worse than embers\' strangling?\"
But I knew the next verse.
There\'s a river under the monster,
hurtling faster,
than it could surely swim.
And the fire breath it\'s lies had earned it
could not expel all of the liquid
irrupting into lungs well lit
irrevocably
transfixed
I bring up my palms while in that crypt,
lift them up and myself by extension,
swimming up to the river\'s silt and knelt then.
I reply beneath blue sky
informing to the nothing-
\"The embers tend to strangling
but the water teaches swimming.\"