I like to watch the small boat go over
the falls — it swirls in a circle
like a dog coiling for sleep, and it’s frail bow
pokes blindly out over the falls’ lip
a little and a little more and then
too much, and then the boat’s nose dives and butt
flips up so that the boat points doomily
down and the screams of the soon-to-be-dead
last longer by echo than the screamers do.
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I personally don’t ________, but *shrugs*.