if earth is her body then rivers
are everything that flows
bloodstream and in drought her
blood dries on stone
in seasons of too much rain she
haemorrhages
controllers of nature want to
staunch that flow
dam her precious fluids so that it
can be saved and sold
they wonder why the body is out of
balance why her eyes stream
with tears that can’t be stopped
no matter how much sympathy
the final insult they infibulate
the river close off the mouth
prevent the fluids from flowing
from breathing with the wind
who will lead the funerals for all
the dead rivers not just gone underground
like the ancient Sarsawati but
disappeared altogether gone for good
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