A wave moved through his vertebrae
leaving an ape behind. The animal
blues got him down 'nough
to ponder on the Lord’s great work & wonder
What do fish worship? Being less
upright than him, do they love flotsam
like heavenly equivalent? Or are their thoughts
bent towards some unbreathable
bottom? Adhem's in it deep; can feel
the pressure of it, too; a bit of bone stuck,
like a fin, out his prostrating back, till
CRACK one day he’ll finally be free.