A poem using childhood as an analogy for the earth, and growing up as the ruin of pollution.

Poetry, Pollution, childhood, dreams, factory, people, humanity, dreams

 

 

Children wake

From their nightly slumber

Seeing skies bake

Fog clouded wonder

To life their animations

Pulling elastic, 

Spiraling in constillations

A sky made of plastic

 

A hand extends

To the start of childhood’s end

 

Red dress

Make it last

Swaying mess

Fogging lungs combine

Pollutted mind

Aged glass of wine

She walks into 

the Netherland

 

A hand extends

To the sting of childhood’s end

 

A hand extends

To the start of childhood’s end

A young hand mends

The beginning again

@ Camile McGregor

 

 

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