The Nature of Boredom

There is a river
Bisecting the land
One side irreparably divided
From the other.
It's alive,
A creature teeming,
Rushing, swallowing
Everything in its wake.
There is no crossing:
It consumes land bars and bridges alike
Dividing left from right
One people from another.
They see their enemy
In all of its cold fury,
and hate it in turn,
An enemy they don't know how to fight.
So, day after day they stare into is azure depths
Throwing stones and spears which are soon swept away
Until one day they look up from their constant contemplation
Eyes lock, the wind changes and nature takes its course.
The first shot hits home
It is unutterably satisfying
To see enraged red
Rather than indifferent blue.
There is nothing left,
Just decay feeding a land grown over
The Earth opening its maw and swallowing
Until no trace of disturbance is left,
The only movement,
The river flowing to the sea.