The nuclear power plant was as welcomed
as a new mall. There would be no harm
to the river's fishing, the mayor boasted.
Years later our catches could be chained
to an ankle's bracelet.
We recall when the water was as clear
as gin. "No," they say. "It was always brown.
We've spent millions clearing up
the mess we found it in." Indignant,
they ask, "Where is your gratitude?
We'd have no hesitation to swim in it."
We don't answer, the river gurgling.