While driving a rental Tesla under big beautiful blue sky we learn about the plight of contract workers in the Democratic Republic of the Congo

Pulled from muddy banks broad shouldered carp as big as human child
He couldn’t breathe down there under so many bloated bellies
Mouth gaping as wide as tunnel begging for the return of the river’s soft uvula
If you see an empty mirror it means nobody’s looking kid
Sophisticated these sophistries
Eyes clotted with sediment cornered and stretching for sight of home
You won’t be going home tonight
Look around baked earth means empty pockets
Shoreline choked with tree roots exposes countless other dancing fish
This outcropping stays the cobalt river from flood
Watch the watchdog follow ant crumbs deep into the inner city of Kinshasa
& come out the other end of Netherlands
It wasn’t long ago; a minute, an hour, a century when someone’s ancestors tore into this ground
As hands in a loaf of bread and left the crumbs to sprout city and citizen