She was doomed
As a sacrifice
To the serpent god M’boy
The day of the ceremony
While the chief and his warriors
Drank and danced
Celebrating
Naipí and Tarobá
In a canoe
Down the river
M’boy gazed down
Still brimming with passion
For the young mortal
Grew furious displeased
He burrowed down deep
Within the earth
When he emerged he burst forth
Slicing Iguazu River
Creating a place
Where they would fall
She became a rock
He a nearby palm tree
So they could contemplate each other
In eternity
M’boy’s unwitting creation
A stunning breathtaking place
Unlike any others
Where Argentina and Brazil shake hands
Water spilling
Tumbling everywhere
Two hundred seventy-five waterfalls
In little more than one-and-a-half miles
An unbelievable visual feast
Undoubtedly created by a god
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