A Cutting Poem (Silver Boat)

a shiny sharp silver boat
seems to make the river flow
the red river flows on an on
so swiftly an so gracefully
peaceful and mind easing
time flys by when your a creator
creating fossils to be left
left behind once the red has river flown
two red rivers slowly crave more
two multiplies an continuies to grow
till your red river converts to an ocean
slowly you relize your drowning
drowning in your own red sea
the shiny boat hits floor
while the blood continues to pour