A bird’s nest
Made of wire and rubber
A deer’s diet
Made of soil and meat
A fish’s oxygen
Poisoned with tar
Settling to
Where they are
The robin cannot complain
The whitetail has lost already
The very fish we consume are impaired
Slowly we are drawing out our health
And it is seeping away
The righteous decay’s wealth
Outlasting even our hate
No one could have perceived this
It was beyond our control
But one day we will miss
All the things we enjoyed in our childhood...
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