south of the river s mouth migration slopes slowly towards mainland there the salt air fills the gills of the dead bait in hand the deep is in riot the coastline is quiet asleep and divided in bands while beer halls all revel drunk and disheveled helplessly wading the diver is down and they re chumming the oceans the signal is sent received and responded to the water is red red red red we re downed downed as the hand of god chokes the driftwood with dead weight and brine and spawning the detailed decline via dorsal cuts hooks sink and line the anchors have settled the tanks are full level the flag has been raised half mast on the bow and harpoons are loaded the cage has been lowered the mask is on the diver is down now and they re chumming the oceans the signal is sent i think he s in trouble the water is red red red red