Missing Anani | Franklin Oliver
My best friend is drowning
Maybe already drowned
I’ll never know
This putrid boat
Drifts through Gehenna
With upward facing windows
So of course I’m not quite
Won’t be sure
I won’t ever be sure
What specifically awful fate
Befell my precious Anani
Maybe it doesn’t matter
Whether the rising water
Or a falling tree
Or her favorite shears
Took Anani away from me
She never had a chance to survive
The genocidal plot
Hatched by my father in law
And the beast who sent this storm,
The god I swore I would worship
When I took Japheth’s hand