The Rime of Watered Canada
(To the rime of the ancient mariner,pt2 #6)
by Richard Tornello
Water water everywhere,
most not ours to drink;
Water water everywhere,
and none in wells we sink.
The very thought: O Christ!
that Canada could ever be
the land that holds our health in hands
and not so friendly be.
About, about, the tanks roll and shot
the death fires will dance all night;
the water, which we want, the lot
will be ours, by dint of might.
© 2007 Richard Tornello
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