Environment Lament

SHIFTS IN THE SKY POUR HONEY FROM THE SUN
and CLOUDS FROM INDUSTRIAL TOMBS MORPH INTO ASCENT
as SWANS SAIL ACROSS IN COTTON ASH -
HEAVILY THE SKY RAISED SWANS FROM A DEATH
TO VOLUMINOUS FORMS THAT ECLIPSE THE SKIES
CANDY COTTON BITTER ACID RAIN LEAVES
POISON IN THE BEAKS OF THOSE BIRDS,
AS THEY PLUCK A RABBIT HOLE OUT OF THE ATMOSPHERE
IT IS HERE WHERE CORROSIVE IS THAT HONEY
WHERE POISON BLOOD DRIPS DOWN TO THE WATER WELLS
HERE WHERE THE RABBITS WILL LEAP FROM THE LANDS
TO GIVE GRAVE RECEPTION TO OUR DYING SOULS.