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Generations are like streams Fed by storms in paradise, Leaping down in waterfalls That smash upon the rocks below. More placid now, they bear the weight Of barges on their oily breasts, And cool the coils of power plants, And make of love a sacrifice. Near the sea they flatten out And drop their rage among the reeds, A swamp of toxic testament Filtered through the mangrove roots. They start and end with love. Between, They pick up silt and carry it Through life, up to the delta's edge, Where, washed by fear, they join the sea. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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