False River Bruce Cockburn

[Verse 1]
On the coastline
Where the trees shine
In the unexpected rain
There's the carcass
Of a tanker
In the centre of a stain
And the waves of
Dead sea things
Slide slick on to the stones
And the flux
Thicker than water
From the planet's pierced bones

[Verse 2]
In a jeweler's
Armoured window
You can just cast your eyes on
A diamond-crusted
Pendant
In the shape of Bart Simpson
Through mirrored
Cops in armour
And the drift of gas clouds
Drones the
Size of horseflies
Scrutinizing the crowds
And the horsemen
On a high ridge
They wheel and they ride
Their work all
Done for them
By the turgid black tide