Last tide ebbs

Jane Dougherty Writes

Another minute poem for the dverse prompt.

Photo ©Traumrune

1024px-Canal_lateral_glaciere05On dim green banks the silence clings,

And no bird sings,

The day is dull,

The river full.

 

Swollen cords of water streaming,

Once fish teeming,

Now corrupt things,

Ebbing tide brings.

 

Somewhere inland death is brewing,

Poison spewing.

Sick as the sea—

humanity.

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