There is no shark on the freeway,

yet there is a monster lurking,

under the depth, just always

out of sight till it rears its head

and its jaws come crashing down on

your torso,

you’re tore so

you believe all the lies

and it is not helpful;

for the beast under the water

picks us off one by one,

it glories in its belief,

the despicable dogma,

this is the monster under the rising water

and as we drown, we cling

to the hope that we will be left.

Ian D. Hall 2017