WITCH WATER

The cold of the water

that cast such a spell...

The Michigan water

that below which they fell...

The "Great Lakes" aren't more

than a ticket to hell

when the witch of November

swallows words they can't tell.

Those great men victims...

Their last breath chest swells...

Their courage & rage

at not reaching old age;

Their watery whispers

Sing in my sleep,

from sea shells.