the water came and killed me.
its power was so raw and unreasonable.
sweeping my body downstream.
pinning it against the horizon.
when the river receded.
they could not find my remains.
because everything, even my soul.
dissolved that day.
all that was left.
was a laugh.
which still echoes.
in this copper canyon.
children from future generations.
will tell tall tales of my ghost.
haunting the hills.
surrounding where I was happiest.