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The river waits.
The corporation lurks.
In time it will pounce —
When the last legislator
Has been coaxed,
The last official cajoled,
The last law circumvented.
The corporation will pounce.
At first, it will toy with the river.
The sulfuric acid will slowly seep.
The officials will congratulate themselves.
The legislators will rub their hands.
The tax money will begin to flow.
The corporation will bite the neck
Of the river.
The leaching acid will
Become a torrent.
Fish will appear on land.
People will not dare to drink.
The famed Boundary Waters
Will be sullied beyond redemption.
Will have made its money.
The waiting river will have died.
Robert K. Hudnut of Cottage Grove, Minn.