The Oppressive Flow
The daughter pulls her mother down below
The monstrous carp rises from the deep
She gasps ‘neath the water’s oppressive flow
An old man watches speechless in the snow
Of fog—the hooks drip blood—her fear runs steep
The daughter pulls her mother down below
Carp eyeballs slip like coins his sockets glow
Two windows show her soul lies buried deep
She gasps ‘neath the water’s oppressive flow
Dollar bills leap like clowns in grotesque show
Hammers, sickles, swastikas all do creep
The daughter pulls her mother down below
“¡Sí, se puede!”—the nightmare won’t let go
The mirror quakes in gold she cannot keep
She gasps ‘neath the water’s oppressive flow
Dawn comes, that face she dreads—mirror does throw
Her mind back to the hook’s promise to reap
The daughter pulls her mother down below
She gasps ‘neath the water’s oppressive flow
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