Monday 1 September 2008

A River Broods


The Levee

I was here before they came out of the wilderness. Where once I gave life they imprison my body to carry the carcasses of trees. Try as they will to trap me with their puny levees, my anger is not held but grows to sink them into the silent cold.

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