riding shotgun on the riverboat watching eddies watching trees in the water something floats turns a drowning face to see puts its rotting stare on me and then he sleeps on by the bough and there's a man who points his rifle out at me between the branches his barrel aiming through the reeds the brambles on the bank is the hair that's on his chest hold my face against his belly and I will get to rest moonlight on my rifle glows I am sweating in my clothes or maybe just starting to bleed gunpowder in my throat I've been poised since I don't know I still feel his spit on me and there's a man who points his rifle out at me between the branches his barrel aiming through the reeds the brambles on the bank is the hair that's on his chest hold my face against his belly and I will get to rest