National Poetry Month Day 2: Paula Bohince

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THE FLINT RIVER

Like the Lethe, which says Forget, or the one in Egypt,

a river will take into itself what is offered: run-offs, toxic

chemicals returned as rain, then snow, which looks beautiful,

the road salt, its chloride, dead bodies, the garbage.

It will open its mouth, keep open cloud-watching eyes.

Childlike, it will obey, drink innocently what is given,

will come when called, will deliver the poison.

Who knows why? Not that mindless water, not the glacial-

fed Huron, not the children’s changed bones and brains.

The money knows, dirty as winter leaves on the riverbanks,

precious, obscene, to be saved and saved and saved.

–Paula Bohince

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Paula Bohince’s third collection Swallows and Waves was published by Sarabande in early 2016.


Original poetry published by The Rumpus. More from this author →