24 July 2009

Niagara of Memory iv. The Falls

 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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