ELEMENTS OF DYSFUNCTION - BUNYIP VIBRATIONS

From that black water came a bone-deep groan,
Ancient thing waking, I wasn't alone.
They warned in the pub,
"Don't wander alone," where shadows don't move 'til the daylight is gone.
But something pulled me past paper-box skin,
To that slow-turning water, breathing within.
Oh, bunya vibrations, low, deep, and raw,
Shook the mud from the reeds, rattled my jaw.
From that black water came a bone-deep groan,
Ancient thing waking, I wasn't alone.