Rivers wash away
Carrying our shit
To who knows where
But who knows, knows
Where
There must have been
Some first human, bedecked
In naked who realized this
As he watched his shit
Float
This was supposed to be
Pretty. This was supposed
To make me think of green
And leafy things, so strong
Crisp
Snapping against our legs
As we break the grass before
Us working so hard to reach
The shore where we can
Shit
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