名人诗歌|Styx

You put a bag around your head and walked into the river.

You

walked into the river with a bag around your head and you were

never dead，

in your land of scythe^{1 and snow}

game on the banks of your

mental styx

for the double

audience

of smoke

You pressed a coin into his palm and stepped across the water.

You

stepped across the water with a hand on his arm and he was

silent and kind as you

shoved off， toward the smoky coils

of the greek-seeming dead

Youd been trying to sleep.

Found yourself here，

in the mythocryptic land

The river

had widened to a lake. You were anchored

in the shallow boat

by his faceless weight

And on the green shore you could see their vapored²

residue^{3， how they could}

smell it， those two， your bloods

curl and shade

If you

slit^{4 your wrist you could make them speak.}

If you

slit your wrist you might be able to sleep， hes

got a hand on your arm，

he wants you to see

Dead， dead：

he wants you to see.

Ferryman， Sandman， head

a featureless

cloud

Grief. It is Grief. Handing you back your coin.