Ashes and Thirst
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Ann Foster.
Ashes and Thirst
Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes.
We have all heard this many times... before.
But how truly large, or small can it be?
I want to ask this question you see.
I want to know the answer,
and I want to know why.
The water in the tap is no longer clean.
There are only 49 days left.
Las Vegas, New Mexico... is on the clock.
The whole city, will die.
Why?
Ashes from trees and flowers,
ashes from cars and trucks,
houses and furniture,
personal items
... and dust.
No rust!
It floats up in the air,
without a care,
coming down here and there...
as it pleases.
The ash, making the land
dark, and unusable
with poisons yet
un found, going by unnoticed.
They are the bounty of tomorrow,
containing all the sorrow,
from one bad instance to the next.
Then, the floods come from all directions.
They are part of the whole.
The water... now blending with the sewage,
and sludge, again... undrinkable by man or beast.
This story will repeat itself,
until the cycle is broken,
or the Lord returns.
How is your water supply?
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment