Setting

I watched the sun set holding
in my arms a small child bleeding
from his blue-lipped mouth.
Retrieving the floating body was futile
I knew.
But my eyes saw the bloated belly,
and against my mind's will,
my heart reached out and grabbed it.
Wasting my time and risking my life
was worth it: now my soul is satisfied.
The crag I sit upon is hot
from the pounding sun,
warming first my ass,
then the rest of my body.
The moon whispers softly,
showing me the way.
Rising, I grasp the boy
by the ankles,
swing him over my head,
around, around, around,
and let go
to the wet applause of the depths.
When the clatter becomes silent,
I sit down again, smiling, finally happy.