The day is young,
Full of life, taking me down
Towards the river
that my father warned me about
Not once,
But every time the banks vomited
One more lifeless body
and threw our town into mourning
that lasted till the river became less hungry
Today, my friend will lead us
to the forbidden place
where the fishes recede at our presence
and our pants play with water
Till our skin becomes white
Then, we will we wait to get dry
As the drums and flute whistle
rhythm into our ears
till our bodies move, stop and tire
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