Niagara poured
gray brown water
smelling faintly
of iodine
Crushed water
scuding over,
over broken rocks
I saw a drunk there
stumbling around
by a river fence
I suppose like the water
he could fall
but he did not
although he fell
it was not like water
There was no scent
other than the acrid
smell of sweat and piss
And that was all that spilled
a little blood and piss
The man was nothing,
nothing like the Falls
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