Dank

Dank
The flooded forests
The north of the southern states

waters had risen

In short and shabby canoes
Hunters paddle to their floating cabin

They capsize before they reach the dock

They swim gripping onto tree branches
Hanging over the water
gripping for shady angels
as the first of the hunters

 is devoured from underneath

The floating cabin
What a damnation
Deep holes in the forest floor
Giant eels wrestle in there

Up through the murky water
Near the tourist camp
A severed head floats
One defining scar across it´s cheeks

The humid breeze whispers
You´ll be dragged under
Rotten leaves build up
Half submerged bushes

The tourists look for higher ground
As it begins to rain again.