In memory of Katie Lee (1919-2017)
I only had a decade in Glen Canyon,
from my first visit to when they destroyed it.
In that blissful time when I was a river runner,
I swam in its potholes and waterfalls
and explored its hundred side canyons, each one unique.
The rapids and the breezes blowing over them
spoke to me like dear companions.
When I was with them, I never felt alone.
When they drowned that place, they drowned my whole guts.
I will never forgive the bastards. May they rot in hell.
My human race betrayed me, greedy fools
with the mania to destroy all the sanctuaries.
I don’t care if we’re all blotted out.
I’d rather be a coyote.