what is a gorge
if not the throat of a river
and her thirst to touch?
grasping, grabbing
doing all she can to remember
her valleys and banks
a muscle memory made voracious
to be heard
men will always try to pacify
bring their trucks
lift ice from lake
disrupt
let them realize
what happens
when one tries to play
God
when water is harmed so is the body.
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