POUNDING WATER

A muddy river, thick with silt,

half trees and trash,

flows slowly past the city, slipping

under bridges, competing with barges,

rolling through like in dreams when you

feel your running underwater.

Docks and spits of land reach out at

the passing debris; bulldogs inspecting

their next meal.

Stone legs from a train overpass push back

against the mud and garbage as it pounds

its foundation like the devil wanting blood.

The sounds of filth rumbles on to the

next town.

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