There is death by every element.
Pesticides by bomber gas the swarms:
Doomed as wheat to die as energy.
Engines vomit forth dioxin clouds.
Fuel transmutes to emulate the rain.
Falcons coast on thermal breeze to sway,
Crash and crumble, much as nested eggs.
Summer's nearly ended. Springtime still
Echoes: silent, past the solstice point,
Through the fecund summer—nearly done—
Into autumn; through the wintertime
Lasting longer than a contrail's line.
“New research confirms the existence of a huge plume of dispersed oil deep in the Gulf of Mexico and suggests that it has not broken down rapidly, raising the possibility that it might pose a threat to wildlife for months or even years. ”
– JUSTIN GILLIS and JOHN COLLINS RUDOLF, The New York Times, August 19, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/20/science/earth/20plume.html?ref=science
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2 comments:
Khakjaan, this is the most poignant piece I've read of yours. The lines "Falcons coast on thermal breeze to sway,/Crash and crumble, much as nested eggs." are genius.
Dearest FUCK YOU U COCK SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER,
Thanks for reading!
Love,
-KW
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