Sunday, July 28, 2013

The River Died

The river died.

They could hear the 
murmuring flow 
quieten
as it dwindled and stood  still
in vapid pools.

The river died.

They could only watch
as mourning killed the birdsong
turned verdant fields into wastelands 
where hunger alone
germinated and flourished.

The river died.
They could do nothing


~ Rwits

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