Notes from Egypt

The Wild Nile

The Nile is tamed;
I saw no crocodiles
swimming the dark green waters.
"They're gone," the guide said,
"from all the lower river,
hunted to extinction
north of the Aswan Dam,
though they frolic in numbers
upriver in the Nubian Sea."
How tame this Nile is,
a channel for cruising ships
and floating ducks.
Dare one hope the fishes
still prowl the riverbed
looking for bits of gods
other gods discarded?

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Updated last on:  2002/02/09