The Stench
leaving the stench
of extinguished species
across scorched dirt
beastly commercialism’s
love of the green lining pockets
born from tomorrow may never come
prompts consummation of resources
and without manners of a cat
leaves unburied their
poop and piss of pollution
gagging every earthly creature
Copyright © Al Beech | Year Posted 2013
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