He needed a job so he practiced tossing
his succession of children all four from a bridge
To see if any would float away as quickly
as the past four years of his life
Or sink deeply into the silken silt of the bayou
waiting to be unearthed
by a paid federal employee
or a curious ombudsman
excited for his annual gift
He was his own leader answering
To the omnipresent voice in his head—
what he said as if not sad
It was his job to see if the nightwatchman
was still awake
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