Drowned Mermaid: A Poem

In the narrow blue straits

of dire uncertainty,

she hangs.

Limbs loose.

Neck bent at an awkward angle.

Dark strands of hair trailing behind her

pall-­bearers to witness tragedy.

 

She’s a mermaid with

Blowing coral lips,

A shiny top of scales.

She’s a drowned mermaid

Blue in the face,

Bloated corpse.

Washed up river trash

floated downstream like a barge.

 

Even the gutter rats

won’t claim her now.

She floats onward,

broken face staring up

through cracked irises,

at the painted sky

Above.

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