The body of an American is floating in the canal, they're like strange buoys among the faded and inky light, the oil-slick water lacquers the docks and are playfully peppered with jaguar and puma, the wild knife slashers and permeating youth and resilience, a resplendence in poetic light shining through the blight of steeple-like pines and mortuary of garden leaves and poisonous dart frogs.
A boy was beaten and drowned at Starboard Marina, they've since changed the name of the Cove, but he was lured there by a female, she wanted ice for a cone and her male companions stomped him out and drowned him at the edge of the muddy bank, they found him tangled under the main dock with all the centuries worth of fishing line and tackle, he reminded me of some odd bug caught in a spiderweb, this weird cocoon with wooden and metal bones being his tomb forever, he was unnaturally twisted and contorted, his face was badly swollen, discolored and the glasses he wore were at the bottom of the lake.