The poisoned air

The poisoned air
Plants yellow mud
In your lung

It starts
To choke you
It puke suit
Is bespoke

It’s like a volcano
In your throat

It’s like
Having boulders
In your nose

It builds an iron gate
In your lung
In its dungeon
Your soul is plunged

An industrial
After wave
Of illness
And death

Dead birds
Dead mice
Dead dead

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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