The Grand Canyon is no great shakes.
It's nothing but a wound,
a testament in fact, to
For five and a half million years,
Gaia lay there, stretched out--
against that trickle that wormed its way
into her back,
carving out this millenial
like a cancer.
Such is the nature
again, I sit on this bedside chair, and I
watch you getting worse,
and the only thing I can do it seems
is complain about my