River, run a little deeper.
River, run a little faster.
River, take the teeth I give you
and chew the bank to bones.
River, eat the sand that's offered.
River, sip the sorrow proffered.
Then River, by my will and water,
let the faithless sink like stones.
For some reason, I've always found the entire concept of minor gods hilarious. How can a god be minor? Anyway, the Celts had a plethora of local gods (god of this lake, god of that tree, etc.). This is written from the point of view of a minor river god with a major attitude. And, it's for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads.