That sets me free:
From this morning
From this madness
The rumbling, the air
The body parts; displaced.
I need a word; a new word
That might convey: the lead
The poisonous air, the dismay.
How am I to photosynthesis
This day, the bombs coming my way:
Carbon monoxide. Check.
Water. Missing
from air
from the ground
from every human around.
Running away from me
They don't see me standing here
As if their lives don't depend on me
What is that I see? Someone explain it all to me.
