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.