I see you, I see you there with the family

in your mouth, your mouth is closed.

I see you floating down our river

in the guise of a log. I see you
in your office leaning on a shelf

with your eyes sewn shut

then a little to the right of that morning

staring from your own decapitation
into the distance like you’d seen game

on the horizon, like your family is the game.

You understand the collective.

Your body turns towards the heads
towards the faces and mouthparts

of your kin. You come here for water

you think I will offer you water. I crush you

while the dolphins in the harbour laugh.