A killing at Green River

Rocks press my lungs
empty chasm, compressed gem
weight the dolomite
world, then sink
slow in neutral
aquamarine,
leaden ties on a body bound in
cold–haunting chill, then

a ghost; at the bottom
stop time
black diamond clenched between fists.

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