Riverbed

They were no walkers, born underwater
With gills in a past life
Ankle-biters, precise in spite of
The lack of hands or eyes
But they saw red
Red and only red

Now, I am done with the Riverbed
Sun never reaches there
Done with the creatures bred
In wet mud and featureless
Anchored to my skin, it swells
Makes every heaven hell
The sky, the floor of the well
The air, the Riverbed

I'm not your animal
But I prayed to be made one
Threw me down
Showed me around
Humanity as a prison ground

I am done with the Riverbed
Done with the river
I am done with the Riverbed
Done with the river

I am

The river

Red and only red