[dreams of brown rivers]

EG

I remember you using the word desiccated in your war poems as well. *laughs* I really like the beginning of it, and the mood of this poem, the brown and death and the river, sort of like summer.

Thats utterly fantastic.

K.

this whole thing reminded me of a wave almost. sloping up and then high and then slowly down. (god i suck as a reviewer _)

Interesting images here; it's just one long look from his pov.

Not sure how much I like it as a poem, but I do like the descriptions and images you show.