I remember how the smokestacks roiled
A riot of noise that thumped and boiled...
When will the King's aggression cease
To usher in his promised peace...
The radiant fire of creation meets its nemesis
without struggle, melding into harmonious...
O! since I have known thee close
I am disheartened at the knell...
Drizzle descending
Soaking me to the center...
O! since I have known thee close
I am disheartened at the knell...
A mucky, fetid tidal smell
No one speaks there, only yells...
Life
Mother...
The radiant fire of creation meets its nemesis
without struggle, melding into harmonious...
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