The Drowned




The Drowned


I want to clarify
that it was not in a river
but in the very ground
in front of President's Park
where I drowned.

The only river I have
in my memory
is a shudder where small things
sink but never disappear.

Sometimes, I sink before
the river passes.
And my request for help
is always late.

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