The Wrecked Home(Poem)

The Civic Sins of Man

Soil is sodden with chemicals.
Air became monstrous
with particulates
blackening the blue sky.

Water is sobbing
not in salts
but with sulfates.

The muscular woods
were pillaged.

The leafiness was lost
to the senile love of humanity.

wounded by antibiotics.

The ocean bottoms
scrapped, reaped,
by the insomniac passion
of imbeciles.

Monastic habitats
turned to urns
and occluded the
cobweb of life.

Glaciers—The immortal ice,
playing life and death
to the tunes of
Celsius and Fahrenheit.

Oh—the starry nights
are no longer
Split and hit by
the manly photons.

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