Deep Inside The Well Poem by James McLain

My father tightly cinched me to the rope.

Loose the noose it rose around my waist.
And you I lowered into the darkness
where untill.

I could taste the smell of my own breath.
And smell the tase of all of those
whom came like you before me.


Who are you to feel my deepest Tears?
If it tasted fresh.
Sprung from light of dark,
then new earth, what color then of rot.

I swung and struck my head.
And at that moment got
another when, then full of blood.

It spiked my mouth with cold white iron.

Hand over fist then over hand by hand.
My father he did only when you.
Did she dropp me from behind then when to then?

Then all the water bare.
The wet fur.
Which hanging down
I hugged to the center of my chest.

I shouted down then up.
When my daddy hauled with all his might
upon the rope.
At first I gagged, and pressed
my neighbor's missing dog his head against me.

I held it up to see.
And rose up to my father then and said.
Then the light.
Then all the hands at once.
All of the colors of each hand.

Then my breath grew weak.
My lips you parted whispered still.
Held apart the silence held until the walls depart.