Bruce Cockburn
False River
on the coastlinewhere the trees shinein the unexpected rainthere's the carcassof a tankerin the centre of a stainand the waves ofdead sea thingsslide slick on to the stonesand the fluxthicker than waterfrom the planet's pierced bonesin a jeweler'sarmoured windowyou can just cast your eyes ona diamond-crustedpendantin the shape of Bart Simpsonthrough mirroredcops in armourand the drift of gas cloudsdrones thesize of horsefliesscrutinizing the crowdsand the horsemenLetras de cancioneson a high ridgethey wheel and they ridetheir work alldone for themby the turgid black tidefalse river, dark flowhow far do we have to go?torrent tumbles to the seathis ain't the way it's supposed to befalse riverlife bloodof the landconsort of our earthpulse to thepull of moonrisecan you tally what it's worth?we can spend ittill we end itwhile the heat climbs up the graphtill we're pantinglike a salmonwith its gill hooked on a gaffand the dark bloodkeeps flowinglike a hemorrhage from the wombthat birthed usgave us substanceon our own heads be our doomfalse river, dark flowhow far do we have to go?torrent tumbles to the seathis ain't the way it's supposed to befalse river
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