on February 8, 2012 by Mitchel Jonas in Poetics, Comments (0)
Monumental
As the ancient river that crawls endlessly
Through the sprawling jagged mountains
Tipped with moss and wind swept trees
Comes to a curve, the engineers eye this spot
Their minds made at dinner after cyclically downing
White cups half full of 50% alcohol content wine
For they have decided to erect a monumental dam
Here, and for the greater good of the country
This is the line they use on those displaced
Millions of people will have access to clean
Pure water, Hell the new lake will be a tourist attraction itself
Yet those ancient legacies that exist, existed
On the edges of the river will be flooded over
As mother natures tears blend with
The tears of those whom most vacate
Or be swallowed up by the snaking water
Stories handed down by generations will be buried
Silt will cover any remnants of the past
The future children that never saw the banks
Probably won’t even believe the future tales told
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