Laid To Rest
They laid her to rest
Hands folded across the chest
A dream of a dream of a dream
Chaotic though it may seem
We were the first to see
The rising of the sea
Living in the plastic age
Leaving Mother in a frothing rage
Until she could no longer feel
And it suddenly seemed real
We ran out of time
Because greed and science don't rhyme
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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