As cancer floats, through the Dublin air. Catching the throat’s; a populace in despair. Grey smog it leaves, from the stack so high. Shadowing nature’s Eves; the birds watching by. Incinerate the lot. For we want too much. And forget what you see; greed has a deep pot.
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MJD, poem: Linked
I linked you and you linked me Walking by the wishing tree; Me – hoping for one last glance; You – for one last Dance. An impression like oak – an old oak tree He is here, beside you and me. He sees us link, like daisy’s in a chain; Watching the love, that stillContinue reading “MJD, poem: Linked”