River Brine - The Low Anthem

River gray of salty brine

Wrapped around a coral spine

Towards the depths the doll divines

Sea of salt, salt like mine

Past a wreck of armored planes

Where the squid and clownish lay

So it was without and in

CO2, nitrogen

Driven by a need to know

Stepped into the undertow

Towards the depths the doll descends

Looking for the ocean’s end

When the moon was full and low

Writing by afterglow

Ledger lines and measurements

To their doll a bottle sent