Not Like This

At first, his feet

Must've sunk a good foot

or two.

And he probably didn't think

Much would come of such

a stupid thing as mud

Sliding up around the ankles

Slowly climbing Velvet noose...

Rest assured he did not panic;

yet.

But next the sludge broke open

a gushing 6-inch water main

Filling the eight foot ditch

with water, 1,500 gallons per minute

As mud caved -

Graves were made

In a matter of seconds

The water rose up to his head...

Panic.

Anchored to the Earth

By less dirt than he'd scraped off his football pants

Less than he'd scraped from his fingernails

In his short life...

Not him -

Not now...

Not Like this.

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