DROWNING

Words bursting in , brown thick mud

Slow , deadly swamp he was , all right

Signboards neglected , warnings disdain

Jumped on she right into brewing up muck

Gasped for air , thrashed up arms

Came no help , for she was

the rude little rebel

Shocked was the mob as she smiled on , bright girl ,

Mud brimmed her lips and she blurted out words :

He is the swamp , oh yeah , and i am his mud 

Drown , i should , for he craves me 

And i am his breath

For neither should exist while the other survives”

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