Smelt break off in singles
This river high in it's emerald glass
The heavy line churns them out half
dead
Breaking the ribbon of scales
I look in their silver eye and feel death
Fish breath bubbling to a stop in this ecology
Oh brother the smelt keep running in this place of pain
I am comforted in this barstool
Daddy was all over this ground
His testosterone puffed drunk
chest out and waiting
To know him again and forgive this molested ground
He knew nothing but himself in this place
half in the bag
Crying kids in the car
But the river keeps rising
And I find comfort in this run to spawn
