Sucking our Mekong River

You are drinking this water 

crossing 2,700 miles 
splitting glaciers and feeding mangoes
this water diffuses Tibetan monks' 
ash in their self-immolation praying for the 
return of Dalai Lamas chanting 
in the rising smoke. Drink this water. 
Taste the burning fields Rohingya crossed
scattered from homes; unrestrainable flux 
through the cursed Burmese land. Gulp this water. 
Shinning golden Buddha in Vientiane, burnt 
in Thai's bleeding invasion. May Buddha
stop his smile on the killing fields
slipping through Svay Rieng, reddened like sunset 
or His bled stone cackled, helpless at cross-border
flux. Bath in this water. Mekong Mother watches
her sons and daughters distill into 
blooming lotuses covering 
muddy land of tragedy.

Now stop drinking
Eleven dams tighten nooses
on the neck of our Mother
She lay dead on the ungrateful 
children of thousand years

So far away, on the Tibetan Plateau
where the glacier stop melting
in throbbing beats of tomorrow's thirst

We don't hear the Mekong evaporate.