These waters that chill
Turning my submerged flesh red
What did I expect as I plunge in
While the frozen hillside still covered in white
That feed these waters
Begins to thaw
These waters without cleansing and comfort
Running brown
Taking the richness of the land with them
Stripping
Tearing
Raping
Taking with no remorse
The power of the melt off
The beating of the sun
Burning my nose and shoulders
The same which turns the snow to river
Taking soil and dreams and hopes
Down
In violent rush
I can hear from my porch
A quarter mile away.