every year

every year
the signs are posted
don't climb
on the rocks,
dangerous currents,
beware,
stay back.
and every year
people climb
and fall, they drown
slipping into
the fast grey
current of
chopped white
water.
there is no hope
for them,
no hand you can
reach down
and pull them back.
they disappear
with hardly
a scream,
swept away in
the cold current
coming out
the other end
in calmer waters
where
their names
are found
to be printed in
tomorrows news.
more signs go up,
nothing changes.