Fluid Interrupted

The Delaware is green

except where she

meets Camden

at the site of a

demolished prison.

The muddy swirls at her banks-

clouds inside water,

each hurricane of dirt

chaotically aligned by

the many strings which

thread the fabric of this river.

Little umber hurricanes violating

otherwise solid green movement.

Above which stands a fence

crowned in razor wire.

Securing us from ghosts

of prisoners.

Around us stands a fence

crowned in razor wire.

The only monument left

on an empty lot.

Inside us stands a fence

crowned in razor wire.

A phantom testament situated

on a barely populated urban peninsula.

We are a fence crowned in razor wire.

The muddy swirls are the tears of christ himself.