25.
On the seventh day I saw the concrete breached,
the river returned to its original vein, and pulsing there
slick and muscular multitudes
of Coho winding north to spawn.
It was so.
I understood intuitively, if the Coho are to return
I must maim the developer’s trademark.
Now here comes the Prince of fractured libido
and his purse dog, Fritz.
