Testo False river Bruce Cockburn

False river

on the coastline
where the trees shine
in the unexpected rain
there's the carcass
of a tanker
in the centre of a stain
and the waves of
dead sea things
slide slick on to the stones
and the flux
thicker than water
from the planet's pierced bones

in a jeweler's
armoured window
you can just cast your eyes on
a diamond-crusted
pendant
in the shape of Bart Simpson
through mirrored
cops in armour
and the drift of gas clouds
drones thesize of horseflies
scrutinizing the crowds
and the horsemen
on a high ridge
they wheel and they ride
their work all
done for them
by the turgid black tide

false river, dark flow
how far do we have to go?
torrent tumbles to the sea
this ain't the way it's supposed to be
false river

life blood
of the land
consort of our earth
pulse to the
pull of moonrise
can you tally what it's worth?
we can spend it
till we end it
while the heat climbs up the graph
till we're panting
like a salmon
with its gill hooked on a gaff
and the dark blood
keeps flowing
like a hemorrhage from the womb
that birthed us
gave us substance
on our own heads be our doom

false river, dark flow
how far do we have to go?
torrent tumbles to the sea
this ain't the way it's supposed to be
false river