tainted thick with night-
hug the fine edges of the earth
expanding from Her tears
And crisp air is a ghoul-
and he gobbles it up with greed
leaving soot in our mouths
Pain: sawing, metal pain She feels
All Her fallen children lay
in the back of a rusty old truck
And Her poor, precious creatures-
live in plastic packages
or flee for their existence
She will trudge across Her realm
and weep at beauty, now lost
And Mother Nature
will once again undo
the destruction-
of a world worn and dying.
All Her fallen children lay
in the back of a rusty old truck
And Her poor, precious creatures-
live in plastic packages
or flee for their existence
She will trudge across Her realm
and weep at beauty, now lost
And Mother Nature
will once again undo
the destruction-
of a world worn and dying.
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