The lake is a woman,
wide sumptuous hips
fed by the rush of waters
that flow into her belly
through the bottleneck between worlds.

The natural beauties measured the days
between her legs and arms
born of glacial ice shaving the land,
advancing, gurgling, gouging great troughs
that incubate sea monsters
who flick their a tails while seiches crest
like the swish of a skirt as she walks away.

Mouths frothing with hunger.
The world which bore her
fouled the water with dead
who once where one with the world.
They burned  the river
and the fish sank heavy with mercury,
and roads scarred the land 
leading to the city on the lake.