The evidence was in and it went to the contrary.
The contrary wound around us rather like a river.
The river reacted, spider-like, tangling up its legs
with other wet parts we thought we knew,
such as creeks and fjords and deltas and such.
A beaver sits on the riverbank watching all of this unfold.
He doesn’ t know what a fjord is, and he doesn’ t care
for other waters, or even other beavers, or the merest
hint of other business, so he removes this evidence.