God's Speed

The rivers settle their riddles into the ocean
The salmon return
Those that have survived the factory factor and the Everything's ok, if you pray , promotions.
Flashes of light, flying thru seas , feeding humans graituitously northern and southern

But no more walking on banks of cod.
From aplenty to a runny fantasy.
No more fishing off the rocks with a spinning reel and a cold prayer to chase away the fear of God.
The seas are peaked with greed dulling to death the ecstasy.

Disruptive rats ruling the rivers.
Part of the deal of birth on an earth in slave's chains,
Defying the nazifying of nature--- the next great zoo creature.
Left with a few slivers 
for eco-tourism and staging grounds for movie marines.

Upon entering housing developements built on sand, you come across  gardens of weeds.
A great view , from which you can catch flashes of fished out  promises spinning in their speed.