A few hours before close of light,
when the tide is at its lowest,
on the glassy surface is mirrored
a serene sky seemingly ominous;
from the blackened banks and slick
the mud-reality is once more depict---
to echo the silent agony in decaying
alongside urbanity's major tributary
---a river that is now considered dying
of effluents and humanity's debris;
of wastes of mundane affluence,
of industry, of modernity, of hubris
and swills of maximal poverty---
all to naught will soon be put
at Mother Nature's final call.
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