PROSESSION OF TAKERS

tight rings electric
tic aflutter, are thinest waves
crying to the sun for mercy
ripples spread on surface flow
the strike reveals
a lair below
fish and mosquito

red black and white fin fibers align
dots along his side
list the seasons in an unknown speech
like mathematics but clearer, more precise 
worm like marks and whorls
the body defies geometry. its look summons nature
a lightning snapshot of abundance
spasmed wings and thread legs gone,
the surface now is blackness, nothing
the white whale
dull terror
no redemption
but that was another day

remembering his voyage
still brother to the moment
the host satiate, an insect
lover of blood
parasite and predator
had left complacent flesh in
drunk inspiration
the payload within his
rigid frame,
so severe,
heavier than flight permits
inevitably compromised.

The sun-lit sweating arm
had strayed in contemplation
from its purpose
The pain was minor.

A thrush call and a smoke break later
he casts to an ancient pool
where the glutton waits
again
circles of different sizes
grey white blue orange brown, seeming torquise
the lining of the water’s belly
smooth pebbles are a path,
whisper a million years
the rod and dry fly a tongue
coaxing his zeal.
The brook trout answers.

blood of the fisherman
walking the chasm’s roar
where the bold red Hawk sings
over the water snake.

twice fed, once murdered
says the river.
no mistake
the eye of God was watching