The River

The River
Deep in darkness beneath the city,
Water trickles from a rock
Squeezed by banks of stone and steel
The river flows beneath us,
No star or sun to light its way.
Where rivulets had once swelled its course now came offerings
From sinks and sewers
Where white tailed deer had once nibbled grass
Scurry the claws of rats
Where sun kissed children once played in its sun dappled waters
Black stone walls rise
Only at the end does it surge through an iron grill
Into the gray light
Mingling with the dirty waters of the harbour
The river Leaps into the light only to be lost in the depth of the sea.