green flows in its river-like meandering over every rock never unearthed every trough, every crest  effortless —to my disgust (or is it amazement?) spears appear from an unknown tribe chanting with Mother Earth  (may I call you Nature?)here and there tiny yellow faces — smiling since the last death   when their ancestors were decapitated,but green flows on oblivious, without a care (so it appears) it…