Global Warming
such a strange sight the outsourcing of
careless myths strapped and carried
on the backs of skinny men.
gandi in a white sash with poor
handwriting tells of the ganges
languid mouth.
while not so far north of the ghetto by a
freeway overpass some were seen
gathering .
there under the lords bent gray elbow
carbon filled prophets with severe
phobia's look up to the sky and
wonder who to punish.
still the embryo's fall to the
earth in seed form first.
they have seen this sort of
thing before but their not talking.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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