Sitting by the Arthur Kill

there are two straits of water near where i grew up in NJ. the Arthur Kill and the Kill Van Kull... i've always loved the names, altho they are somewhat confusing...a kill is a small river, stream or channel of water...i've always thought these would make great names for bands, someone else had the same idea.

any way, i imagine these two little rivers were once beautiful...back b4 the industrial revolution and mega -politication of the are...is that a word?

but they aren't any more.

pristine once, i suppose
now more like some miner's clothes
watch a bird dive in the swill...
i'm sitting by the arthur kill

sitting by the arthur kill
like my heart smooth as glass
smooth as glass, but not as pure
thru both of them the view's obsured

i wonder just how did it go...
was it all at once, or blow by blow
with each and every little spill
i'm sitting by the arthur kill

sitting by the arthur kill...

the fish they swim there in the sludge
a bird swoops down, who is to judge
if their lives are worse off still,
i'm sitting by the arthur kill

sitting by the arthur kill...