the layered fretted banks draw the eye
to an anguished river's every twist to try
to cast the toxic metals from its silt
and none who did it show a trace of guilt
lauded now for cleaning up their act
for otters have left a signature in tracks
which otter speaking industrialists claim
means nature has absolved them of all blame
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