Forget the River
Do you remember the time we worshiped the river?
We would throw our sadness and pain in the water.
Devout sacrifice meant more time,
more time,
but
there was never enough.
Sacrifice after sacrifice, the river filled with garbage
until its rotting mass,
snakelike,
constricted our new-born infant Hope.
Now on the new-land I worship only myself.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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