Green Water
by Anna Sykora
Pent in the bottom of a well,
You crave green water
And its rotten smell;
Cherish the twisted hands of earth
That sweating wring
Rude limbs to birth;
Respect the chambers of the dead,
Whose bones are dry,
Whose lips have fed;
Remember, water healed them all,
When they were whole
And creeping still.
Be glad you keep a mind in hell:
That’s how to live
At the bottom of a well.
Anna Sykora has been an attorney in New York and a teacher of English in Germany, where she resides with her patient husband and three demanding Forest Cats. To date she has placed 85 poems in the small press and on the web. She has also placed 48, mostly SF tales.
Story © 2009 Anna Sykora. All other content copyright © 2009 Abyss & Apex Publishing.
Copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted.
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