Two older boys and me,
loaded with gear
Came to the Green River
in nighttime.
We trolled the river and
laid out some lines
And water was over my
chest at times.
It was a year like any
other year.
Our forests lost and
farmland gone to seed,
We caught some fish and
cooked them on a fire
Watched the water and
talked about desire
Howled at the moon and
called each other liar
while Nixon wept and
televised his greed
by Gary Phillips
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