Oil black that runs below,
Blood of hearts when lifeless squeezed,
River night in ceaseless flow:
Souls of men by tyrants seized.
Bridges cross and so do we;
Some shall fall and all shall rot.
None untouched, or living free:
Souls of those in currents caught.
Darkness swells, I swim in vain,
Fighting deep for every breath;
Giving in despite the pain:
Soul of one now doomed to death.
04.16.19
Nathaniel West Clark 