Swimming

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The dead salmon
A spawned out man
Floats down the river
That brought him life.

In death we all return
New birth
And the face
Of a child from
Man and woman
Forming the beat
Of a heart.

In life we all return
The dead salmon swimming
To his place of birth
How a powerful a call
For the one to spawn.

In death we mate for life.