Environmentalism –

A river’s banks burst, threw back a year’s pollution, houses flooded with brown bones, silt filled-up garden pools, those for fish, those for feet
Town’s only Seer prophesied short-lived environmental campaigning by retired people and hippies
Soon, he was found naked and floating face down in his own catfish pond with his homosexual lover
Boiling stopped

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