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climate change, eco poetry, environmentalism, freshwater, lyrics, poem, spiritual revival song, threats to water supply, water
come on down to the river
the current runs red and the algae blooms sweet
come on down to the river
nothing more refreshing in the sweltering heat
come on down to the fresh mountain spring
just a trickle left but the last one clean
come on down to the fresh mountain spring
the clearest damn water that you’ve ever seen
come on down to the old deep well
a drought’s piercing through the dry cracked fields
come on down to the old deep well
the trumpets all sound and the scroll’s unsealed
come on down to the dark gutter drain
the bodies sink low and the corpse fluids rise
come on down to the dark gutter drain
where waste-streaked gods swallow all of our lies
come on down to the river
for an old-time spiritual revival song
come on down to the river
the end times are coming and it won’t be long
The water calls, my dear, my love,
Amanda M. Blake 