the lake my parents live on
looks like the accumulation
of their neighbors dip spit.
a moat surrounding John Deere
tractors, pickup trucks,
lawn signs that read “Thank You Jesus”.
sewage run off carrying
McDonald’s bags and NRA bumper stickers.
small wooded islands are interspaced
with the sounds of frogs and Fox News
playing on televisions.
devout naysayers huddle on boats,
sharing stories of one-
sided celebrations with right-
if you pray hard enough, drowning
victims will be saved and fish will be caught.
bread will be broken
with those who float
above the deep subaqueous silence.