River Bed Poem by Goddo Faggotte

We are fishes, hooked by the
Line of Life
Baited with the Worm of Hope
Lured by the Dazzle-Fly of Beauty
Trapped in Fishnet Stockings of Love.

Lie still in your Piscean camouflage
Quietly, let your
Gentle Gills feather the water,
Stirring the softness of your
River Bed.

Slip silently away, then
swim through the silky silt to your
Hideaway reeds
And dream your caudal dreams
Of jumping the rapids
To the Spawning Grounds of
Your youth.