Rivers

Her waters seem so mesmerizing and spellbound,
flowing from her immortal well, deep into the heart,
washing, immersing,
until the eyes are transfixed and see visions in scenery
glimpses of paradise, powerful and pristine.

Then her voice drips into the head,
suddenly gripped with this lucid uncontrollable obsession,
creation and life must be defiled for it is evil,
rage is the brew intoxicating addiction
what was sane is now surreal and corrupt.

Still the taste becomes a narcotic
while pillaging and plundering the world,
uttering oracles thought divine
to make the holocaust of bloody brutality so justify.
Thinking you drank ambrosia, though it was brimstone’s champagne.