The Los Angeles River.
It’s the putrid stench of curdling blood.
Through the shallow depth, it cuts deep into our collective psyche.
The rusted moss and slime are nourished by the decaying copses of raccoons, dogs and humans…
People plunge from coincidental bridges spanning across: They suicide.
sometimes, the murderous agents throttle them down,
or they are killed within that very chasm by the hopeless dregs.
they are dumped like refuse, post mortem, en malum decorum.
Nolte bastardes carborundorum ! ¡CABRONES!
It splits the city that is ruptured and broke. The poor are spiraling down.
And the river flows too stagnant to drink, carrying the misdeeds of the insignificant.