Flow Niger Flow Poem by James Mallum

Flow Niger flow
Is it your fault?
Wash debris and rubbish
Wherever you wish
Save flood and blood-thirsting
For your violator's sin.
I set my gaze upon your face
Curious for words with itching ears
As I sang with heaviness the language of waters
A song so sweet it summoned tears
Here and now at your bank
Of soft clay and fine sand
Wielding the magic of a brassy dowser
Bring now your reply in intermittent mellow tides
And truth be told let not reluctance hinder
Then with pulchritude an Amazon reared
Dreamy formations of facial features
Wavy lineaments like feminine curvatures
Ridges of calm undisturbed ripples
Like nipples in animated longitudes.
Reaching down with dowser in hand
Reeling forward forced by cold tinder-soaking fingers
I shrilled like a tinkle timorous
You have made confluence verse
And the reason so
A delta in the marsh
To boost our ego
Go, Niger flow
For now I know
Flush conflict and perils
And drown also misery
But the taint of confusion replace
With a quantum of peace.