Biggest fish I will ever see,
men caught you
and hung your death
on a tree by the river.
That night I slept in a huge bed
on a screen porch.
I heard your skull talking,
and in their skulls
the men heard you too.
No one knows exactly what you said
and continue to say.
Your bones are long gone.
The nail that held you 
remains to be swallowed up 
by years of bark.
It is all just water.
I believe that’s what I heard—
It is all just water
the reason it feels so good