Escaping The Pale Horse

The Bridge waltzes, her legs wade—     down with the Undertaker while cold rivers lurk with fishes beneath. From her skirt’s hem     I took the plunge From her sweet hand     I’m drowning in that river you’ve forgotten; the river’s overtaken me, sinking, pressured below—     swept down with the currents. I beg you, please, look down from the brick arches.     Peer out from the banks.     Breathe, if just a moment. For were my legs still broken,     I’d follow you back But I am floating, away from her dancing.     I’m swimming on eternity