grey sky stretching past glass
dark clutter of suburbia crawls by
barren fields stretching forlorn
towards hills crawling with sapient pollution
smoke swirling off factory stacks
like giant cigarettes
we're all inhaling their second hand suicide
tall buildings posturing against horizon trying to make me believe
in their sophistication incarnate
I will not be bought!
busses pushed along slowly
by dragons chained to the wheels
spewing their toxic love into the sky
blends into a cloud of low-hanging ozone
clinging to the earth like a cast-off lover
refusing to leave
smothering sounds into smooth soft,br> like a child's dream of those creatures that bump in the night
hours passing slowly by
as Thor thunders overhead like a pagan St. Nick
bringing rewards to the righteous
and switches to the others
weapons of retribution against children
by the parents for the sins of their fathers
willow stretches forlorn across time
as children shy back in fear
of the weapon she never meant to become

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