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In beaming dull sunset…
Shooting the new dryads—
And thud goes the green body
Once…
Shimmering with youth
Now limp and wrinkled,
Propelled by Gilded tides…
Upswept…
Climbing waters drowning
His hollow screams,
Screwing faucets on backwards—
Eroding, Watery excess…
Lungs afloat,
His body a shriveled towel
All soggy and crinkled,
Encrusted with smell of oxygen yesterday,
He is returned to that dry place,
He once abandoned…
To be the fastest swimmer…
Only to be squirted
A hardened spongy mess.
© A.R. Minhas 2016
