Tall grey tunnels rise
Up over the small town,
Belching thick metallic smoke
Into a dull, lifeless sky.
People march in anger
and protest. T. V. crews
Join them. Meetings are
Held and a large donation
Made to a local hospital.
Upon this gesture of goodwill
The small town looks and smiles,
Then lights it's fires
Against the winter's chill.
Pre-packed meals are cooked.
Dishes washed in soft,
Synthetic bubbles, and
The small town flushes it's waste
Deep into the belly
Of a dull, lifeless lake.
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Autism.......and other poems
PoetryThese are some poems I have written over the years.
