The Kenai

as we slipped into the green of the river.

A green river full of fish.

Like a Ray Troll picture, the mangled, decaying,

alive and dead humpies.

Humpies everywhere.

A fisherman's first silvers.

Bouncing eggs and then a tension,

a pull and the stripping of the silvers.

Hoots and hollers.

Crown, Baileys and coffee.

Eagles, gulls, bears and humpies.

Humpies floating, humpies dead.

Disintegrating in the current.

Their flesh dissolving into the system.

Caked with silt and fungus.

Rising and diving.

The swimming dead feeding life into the river.

--Jeffrey Kee