along the secret banks,
throes of gathering dusk
bold shimmering cold spray
and warm sunlight on skin,
musk of slick rock and moss,
algae, Aspen and sky,
the enemy is distant,
he is as untouchable.
in the hot dry distance,
dead,
mercifully distant phantoms,
fatherless motherless hatreds,
pool in rubble, fester, simply endure.
screaming bewildered onlookers
stand beside the river,
dissolve into indignation
at
the ingratitude of it all.
but it’s water in any event:
foul true humbling thirst inexorably triumphant.
sackcloth mourning, barren husk
of prayer not withstanding,
so present and touchable here
in the
unrelenting tangle of grasping hunger.
relentless, ageless predestined
dissonances coursing downstream,
mere endurance will not suffice.
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