The stench! The smell!
There I was dreaming of an oily effluence as
Dusty, gray waters silted in gnetle waves over my feet
Onto the slimy, dull black shore
Once upon a dreary time we felt lucky to be alive
With air a colorful, disagreeable thickness we had to chew
We looked forward to the rain; acid in taste, sight and sound
That stripped the flesh from bone to leave the putrefaction upon the moldy Earth
How proud we had been in the filth called Home
Glorifying hollowly that we survived the yellow toxicity hanging in the skies
No tears from above
Belief had passed from desensitized brains long ago
Cities grew, and despite the thousand year plague, we procreated
Happily destroying a once precious gift
We ate, drank, slept, and eventually died among the dead
The rot of the Earth was just enough to bury us.
December 22, 1988
