Saturday, 12 November 2011

The Bend in the River

Rio Xingu, rushes, falls, timeless song,
it bends, stretches long to luscious end.
As water flows, red-tailed catfish throng,
and peacock bass strut a swim, their fins red –
so many giant fish to strain men’s rods,
a river to carry people and they’re eating
where they live, they sing, they look to their gods
and have never felt a need for weeping.
But now Bel Monte surges hard and high
to send fish and men to a certain death,
as trees will drown, and sun burn the sky,
men and their sons will have no space for breath.
As the night is night, the people belong
till the wheels of politics will kill their song.

© Lavinia Kumar

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Lavinia Kumar lives in New Jersey. Her family includes a variety of cultures and immigrants. Her poetry has appeared in Waterways, Thatchwork (Delaware Valley Poets), Orbis, US1 Worksheets, and more.