From Hoosier Writers 2012 by Ryan P Norris
So inky black the sky and water are one
down, the bow,
paddles slosh in the lake.
Owls howl in the invisible world
and the child hears werewolves
crunching leaves along the shore, grandpa
wheezes, banging poles on aluminum hull.
Tackle box of raw hooks
Worms writhe on
plastic umbilical cords in the deep void.
fish lips bleed
onto pajama pants
gills spread under grandpa’s bone fingers
child’s wide eyes
black as the wild
of the baby blue gill
in the red glow of grandpa’s cigarette,
while he digs in the mouth