Acid rain has killed the over 1000 lakes of upstate New York and with them my heart.
blanketed in youthful exuberance from
acidic rain pollution heralding the Crack of Doom.
The fish we caught still fit for human consumption,
the marble statues not yet melting in city parks,
nor green pastures distributed with a browning blot.
No, time was far from reconciled with nature,
the child in us still curled up at the center,
our songs still clarion beneath a complicated sky.
You might say our mountains had a low grade fever,
that there were generous shadows sunning across our chest,
but, Midwest chimneys bilged us with their discharge.
I can't go back, reality too painful a guardian,
every mountain bivouac of boyhood long diseased.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2015-05-18 at 12:19
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The Anonymous Guard of Wilderness
One slept soundly in those Adirondack nights,blanketed in youthful exuberance from
acidic rain pollution heralding the Crack of Doom.
The fish we caught still fit for human consumption,
the marble statues not yet melting in city parks,
nor green pastures distributed with a browning blot.
No, time was far from reconciled with nature,
the child in us still curled up at the center,
our songs still clarion beneath a complicated sky.
You might say our mountains had a low grade fever,
that there were generous shadows sunning across our chest,
but, Midwest chimneys bilged us with their discharge.
I can't go back, reality too painful a guardian,
every mountain bivouac of boyhood long diseased.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
Read 916 times
Written on 2015-05-18 at 12:19
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