Poison Oracle

I live in the river at the heart of the city.
I drink its secrets.
I wished on an oil-slick rainbow
learned wisdom from eating a two-headed carp.
You can talk to me down at the storm-sewer outfall
(don’t touch the water if you value your life).
You can find me by the old abandoned piers
upstream from the grain elevator.
I’ll give you chemical truths
in a handful of feathers
speckled with fish-scales and mud. When it rains
I’ll dance on the riprap under the bridge
and leave poisoned treasures
by the path on the bank.