by Jill Merrill



Move the system
From the table of fear.
There is no running under
No more running ashore.
Ride the riverboat of faith
Past the city of flames
Past the skeletons of structures
Smell the fire in the night.
Burning yellow burning orange
Pumping oil pumping sin
Into the deep black water
Into the deep black night.


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