the green ground is
sky. I’m down in
the sewers,
the bowels of life,

a hole the rats
run rampant. Here I camp and
walk in the dank. The stench is
alarming in this waste-filled

tank. I haven’t seen
light after I fell in. I couldn’t tell
you exactly when. But I slipped
in like a mickey drink. At first

I'm flushed by this kink. The pain is
familiar. But I, bigger this
round. Too big for man to pull me
out of myself. So, I drowned.