Until then..

We  meet again on  the banks of this river

That once had flowed and flooded

Watered civilisations and nurtured

A culture , a language and imaginations.

 

After  you my turn comes

Dig up and drive off..

Water is there as a silver line

Let me suck it up in my belly

Before we speed away into the city

That waits for us with money.

 

We may meet again on the banks

Of another river with cool water

And sand golden , in the river’s soul.

We will bring the life and  soul of the river

To another city

Built over the grave of a dead river.