mourn for the death of prudence

wet, wrinkled fingers grabbed tight

 onto the old tree that stood tight

with roots gone deep into the earth

as water played rhythmic strokes

against his chest and the tree

and made everything its asset

and yes, water flowed carefree.

 homes of decades floated

as mere bricks and mortar

and all known marks of life melted

deep into the murky water

as all familiar forms of past and present

and mansions and compound walls laughed

and mocked at him like mere lines on water

fading and flowing wild along with the water

as if steadily erasing marks of all tenure.

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the rising heat of greed and a molten earth

over which water played wild songs and dramas

as hapless lives floated over deep greed’s forfeits

and yes, water laughs relentlessly as it knows

 wrinkled, wet fingers for sure

 will go back and build mansions and high walls

and yet, water sings wild songs of prudence

that goes on ringing through deaf ear walls.

so for a while

sit on the high walls

until it melts into the waters

and swim in wild waters

until the limbs wear down

for all the footholds

have been erased with greed---

so do the water sings in wild roars.

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