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Anaconda (40 lines)

Anaconda

The snake
left its cold cave,
(the glaciers had melted)
and wound its way through the canyon
to rest.

It woke;
fresh meadows waved;
it cavorted for centuries,
searched for a companion to share
its nest.

But men ...
threw spears at it.
It slid back to its den
and hid in its copper lined depths
and slept.

Legend
faded to myth
till new men sought treasures,
brought loud machines to claim diamonds
and rust.

Belching
copper innards,
the snake tried to defend,
but men abused, refused to show
respect.

They built
fortunes and banks,
raised up a great chimney,
smelted ore, let leavings, poisoned
the soil.

The snake,
hot and thirsty,
wallowed in the river,
sickened among stunted willows;
slow death.

Visit
Anaconda,
named for legends and myths;
once a town built on lust and greed:
now dust.

Linked cinquains, 40 lines. A creative 'tale' about Anaconda, Montana (dying but not dead yet).

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