Beneath the city sky
the poison spores gather.
From branch to road,
one shadow of death
replaces the other.
With butterfly skirts,
the children hide –
no time for goodbyes.
And the status symbols?
Each day the silence of mice.
Status Symbol
Beneath the city sky
the poison spores gather.
From branch to road,
one shadow of death
replaces the other.
With butterfly skirts,
the children hide –
no time for goodbyes.
And the status symbols?
Each day the silence of mice.
A Wandering Poet 