The Klamath descends
out of Crater Lake Spring-
set free by the huntsman
tracking south with his dogs,
only to be damned, and
made weir'd by the humans,
who's dominion is a creeper
bearing rape and neglect.
But the river breaks away-
becomes a womb in the forest-
where Salmon's holy drive
takes a leaping, tragic turn,
and me? I'm here reporting-
husky voice of sky blue waters-
lucky to have this job with all the
changes in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed this peace my brother