Who Knew

Written by: Joe Murphy

A pair of brown grey 
cormorants sit bobbing on 
perky swells
Then ploink they disappear to 
probe
The Hudson's murky hell.  

Down in Dante's numbered 
rings
They swim blinded by pollution
In the shadow of towering 
testaments
To technological evolution. 

I could not imagine there being 
life
In a river so deathly still
Til up they popped with puffed 
up throats
To swallow a tasty kill.