Toxic River Foolish Mountain
you are a river.
a relentless, roaring river-
and I mountain.
you’ve eroded me,
sliced into my soil
disturbed my rocks-my roots.
my valley is damp
my flowers gone..
washed away in your (stolen) mineral rich liquid.
I suppose you carry pieces of me
into the ocean..
or maybe I haven’t made it so far..
wherever you are rushing me towards..
promise that I will not wash up along your bank
waiting for the rain to beat me back into you.