In another Eden.

A man will never know again.
Thinking we won, we were the only losers.

The awful tragedy keeps welling up in your
  hollow throat and chest.
A friend dies, or a President is shot.
A river is throttled.
My mouth is stale and my heart is under
   my soles, I glare at the ground and spit
  bitterly for days.
Now little Eden is 200 feet under water.
Maybe the last diversion tunnel closed an
  eternity ago, when the continents were all
  underdeveloped areas and the Tree of Life
  grew underutilized and the mother of
  us all took the first bite
In another Eden.  On The Loose, Sierra Club

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Captain Bill Schweizer U.S.M.M., missionary
Mountaintop Sea Ministries International

Without menses-malice.