Rolling in the gray-black -
Dust of another axe to grind-
Fresh graphite-leaden
Grounds-
Pollute airways-
As the dying enviroment-
Inhales yet another-
Dark stain-
Of your utter inhumanity;
The nervous system-
Twitches and out flows-
All of the mercury-
From my austic heart.
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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