Tide Black

Tide black By the night they haul the black canisters, surreptitiously, stealthily they move midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking. They say take care. “Take care?” yes, the death is hot to handle, fragile; a leak may emit unstable danger. “Take care?” yes, they will. With care they will throw the toxic wastes into the river flowing beside the place, the factory, beside the barbwire fence. Haul those poisons and dump them in the stream, caring not to spill on their own yard. They cannot see the stream has changed the direction it is coming towards their home= © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar