Unfire My River

Some kin worked up a lather of rookie booklets.
After dinner, a father measured out some leisures.
Remembering a place our fevers mention.

Inside the water are names no fact prefers to bear.
I’ve sent you four or five ghosts of them, just now.
Each one carries another forever to sever.

My collapsing implication makes a canny speck.
If you listen to a disappearance, you get travel.
The death of my eyes eloped with heaven’s girl.