Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Revenant

Every time the trucks come and dump loads of urban wastes. All sorts. Plastic. Metal. Dirt. Paper. Thermocol. Biodegradable. Non-biodegradable. Anything and everything imaginable. Week after week. Month after month. Annually. Perennially.
The heap accumulates. On the banks. On the hill side. On all sides.
The heap enured to additions. The heap enured with time. The humans enured to heap.
And then it rains. It rains for days. It rains heavily. Persistently.
The rivulet fills up. The stream becomes river. The river floods up. Violent. Turbulent. Enraged. Infuriated. Washing everything in its wake. The aftermath cleansing. The backwash purifying. Ablutionary. Punitory. Absolvitory.

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  1. I feel the turbulance! It is disturbing.


  2. Wow.. this was the revenge of nature upon the people I feel. love your style..

    1. Thank you so much Björn. I am so glad that you liked the little piece.


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