Hello my dear,
The River of Thus
I found you damned by my father for your passage and crush
Thus, he did ask me to blame him for my childish crutch
He thought, as he did, of his binding to beds without rush
Thus, he did ask me to blame fathers for their fatherly touch
You looked oh so shallow, as I gained my necklace banded
Thus, I did damn you, as he damned my own mother
He would always ask “Why?”; to him the river demanded
Thus, he did damn you, as I damned his own father
At times I would wonder, what made you so turnt
from crashing to caring, all so absurd
I wander the creek, alone for my quiet
Mint, stone, soil, and silence
A dam I would spy, choked full of desire
Californian oak, both poisoned and spired
The seasons would change, my thoughts did as well
Thus the dam rotted and poisoned the well
For damning did nothing, but catch what it damned
Thus breaking and flooding all of the land
Not content in the stagnant waters he’d wield
Thus, he tore at his hair, giving his father his yield
“The River of Thus has poisoned you too”
“Blame me, blame him, blame the river’s taboo”
In tumults I thought of the mint and the sky
Of the life the creek only now let through
In turn I dismantled this damning of you
Rotted oak now mulch as we grew
Dear River of Thus, thank you now in turn
I loved all our journeys, even ones that still hurt
I hope you will find our river continues
Feeding mint, blackberries, and oaks high above.
Forever yours,
The Child of Us