Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Lament for the waters


Drown'd Ogallala, heed my prayer:
These grave-robbing prairie-dwellers
Desiccate thy corpse!

Poison'd aguas de México:
Biped mosquitoes that bite thee
Desiccate thy corpse! 

Sluggish, feeble Colorado:
Vampire lettuce fields sap, deplete,
Desiccate thy corpse!

Snake River canyon, wild and fierce:
Spuds and onions do from thee leech,
Desiccate thy corpse!

As each little trickle runs dry:
Hope, peace, and well of creation;
Desiccate our corpse!

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