Riverbed

They were no walkers, born underwater With gills in a past life Ankle-biters, precise in spite of The lack of hands or eyes But they saw red Red and only red Now, I am done with the Riverbed Sun never reaches there Done with the creatures bred In wet mud and featureless Anchored to my skin, it swells Makes every heaven hell The sky, the floor of the well The air, the Riverbed I'm not your animal But I prayed to be made one Threw me down Showed me around Humanity as a prison ground I am done with the Riverbed Done with the river I am done with the Riverbed Done with the river I am The river Red and only red