oldshit written december 14th 2024
see the city in the south
see a thousand smoke stacks, standing
tall against ember skies, now with ceilings.
so gray, our children will think
smog is what raises the clouds.
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we may never see blue again,
only crayon wax and the heart of fire
fed with hate; we choke in the hot-breath throat of the earth
and we'll call the heat the glow of hell
but our children will call it home.
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