A Methylated River Flows
A methylated river flows
Through the verdant hills
It suffocates the pastures
It maculates the mills
Its waters burn and blister
They torturously bend
To Tartarus below
They slavishly descend
I only hear the torrent
On certain times of year
When days are counted fewest
And Death is reckoned near
Copyright © David Vr | Year Posted 2016
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