Venetian Corpse

to be read from bottom to top

The membrane holds me for a cursory kiss. With ease I emerge to a lung-cleansing zephyr.
the stream takes my hand and slips me out of my chains.
Weight lifting, lifting, lifting still,

final sight I could have had.
and you were the best
Te voglio bene,

to the sludge below Venice.
who tethered my body

to visit him.
his pleas for me

birth amidst decay.
her parables of

sour and sweet.
its flavors,
Life, I remember

that separates the world from me.
ferrying passengers above the glistening membrane
Chains clamp my torso onto sunken brown sludge. Wooden pods loom above me,