Take Me Back
Hot dry summer 1990
Floating down the Yakima
occasionally being trolled
by a catfish, who by on his
own account the story
may differ
Beer in hand, enjoying the
blissful ignorance of
youth
Unaware of the pollution beneath
the water’s surface,
undoubtedly choking the
life from my catch
Oblivious to the cancer slowly
embedding itself in my
skin, evening the score
in favor of my ugly little
aquatic foe
Not forewarned of the war
to come- The lies, the
bloodshed and its epic
return
While ignoring the radioactive
waste dumped within
walking distance