Karma Bang Bang

[busker]

When I first came here to live, 
the far side of the river, 
a flood plain, 
was a jungle of brush and trees.  
Seeing a deer come down to drink was a rarity, 
the undergrowth kept the deer hidden.     ……these above 4 lines could be compressed into 2 and made more punchy 

Then came the machines:   
all that's gone now except for the largest trees.  
Deer have nowhere to hide. …… too wordy 

I watch them run in herds over there
from my backyard above the river’s valley.

Now, in spite of Nature’s inevitable retribution, …. Maybe make this part of the title. An awkward line
they want to build an RV park 
with room for 400 where those deer run.

Words that come to mind seem futile
before the power of the Guadalupe,
whose waters will have the final say.  ….. I like this last line. I think it’s the one poetic line in the poem. The rest is best redone.