Garrison is a monolith to man.
An entire river offered up to his highness, convenience.
The dam stabs the Missouri.
Toasters, televisions, and microwaves urge the sacrifice.
We want what we want and we want it now.
Electroshock the river so it forgets its memory.
Its memory is in sandbars and driftwood, in rapids and riffles, and in the flesh of sturgeon.
The glow of city lights cannot hide the river from us.
Its ancient voice crackles and buzzes over the wire.
Stick it to the Missouri with the flip of a switch.