on mountains of debris?
Did it even float at all
was it from bottom free?
How deep runs the rot?
The smell is getting stronger
seepage makes the water melt,
we can't drink it any longer.
Fields are run afoul with drab
all the green is turning brown.
We set out metal teeth in trees
and cheer as they fall down.
We will turn a whiter shade,
no vitamins to chew
and all the animals we eat
will be as us, too few.
And so this world will wither,
will die and never more be seen.
And we will wither with it,
will die as the unclean.
2013 © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]
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