Otto Von's MonikerA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
Nature abhors a
blockage, so much so she moves it with major force. But, Man is wiley, able to hold her at bay for a little while. Yet, she is the queen, able to move in any direction she wants. She is also king, carrying an iron rod, crushing obstructions. Peck and Oahe Fort Randall and Gavins Point even Garrison. Her blinding sunlight melts the Rocky Mountain snows, causing overflows. With the flick of her long fingers, she summons the heavy, soaking rains. And down, down they go, falling like dominoes from a light, peaceful touch. Capitol cities, Indian reservations become the victims. For her, there are no innocents, so no quarter at all is granted. And yet, what other being is inhumane to itself so simply? The downstream states have more power than the states in the upper basin. They flooded the homes, the farms, the towns and the sites where the held service. Massive displacement basically wrote the book on Native suffering. And all those earthen dams have brought long term problems that are coming due. Right now, the place with Otto Von's moniker is suffering greatly. And there will be more to come as the high waters move further downstream. © 2011 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on May 29, 2011 Last Updated on May 29, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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