And it's rivers, rivers flowing through
the veins of the earth.

Clean the filth, dear rivers,
drink the filth greedily with your mouths
and store it in your banks, lovely rivers,
store it in your banks.

Oh rivers, rivers carry us all
into your beds,
into your heads,
lay us down to rest.

But rivers, rivers never slow
that rushing white noise,
the white noise like snow
carrying a forgotten voice.

Deafening rivers, rivers, forever.