Trapped on a raft

headed straight toward the falls

Unable to jump

without drowning then mauled 

The current unyielding

the banks close but far

New crafts sit there waiting

as destiny gnarrs   

The raft builders pointing

their fingers of blame

From one to the other

in shouts that disclaim 

Till that final moment

when lost in the mist

Goes down in the mayhem

— as lackeys insist

(Goodbye Joe: July, 2024)