River Shadows

The pasty moon wrapped in gossamer swirl
Hangs yellow above this city of two rivers
Like a jaundice face lost in obscurity

The dull gray lick of river-shadows
Paint ridged stick silhouettes
On the chaste landscape of black and white

As these serpentine rivers of mud
Crawl along the valley floor
Turbid with suicidal venom

Condemned with aboriginal death cries
Washed from the earth like salmon
Migrating to the sea never to return

How many nameless and hungry
Prowl these muddied shores
Lost and forgotten

Their cadavers bloated afloat
To be discovered at the confluence
Of this city of two rivers...