SHOWBOATING

by Luke Otley

The procession started,
they carved downstream

all guts, glory and flags.
Ribbons sliced the stillness,

an inflatable duck smacked
about a wake, something torn whipped away

to a howl of horns.
The river rolled her tongue,

a pelican, startled,
started up, away.


‘Showboating’ was first published over @ Cadaverine Magazine