Theodora (Theo) Onken (Washington State)

Mercury 'tis the messenger of the Roman Gods...
It 'tis also an Angel without any wings-
It can and does fill the air with its hidden mists-
Insidiously breathed through Silver Strings...

Opening a car door is an innocent act...?
But it leaves our pores bare to the break...
Ah, 'tis grayish-white-silver bound...
And, oh, how it makes ones body just ache;

Floating in the air we breathe-to our pain center...
Mercury 'tis more than one of our Galaxies stars-
Surrounded by Venus, Earth, Mars and most importantly Saturn...
It delicately attaches itself: to wherever- you are;

Enviromental unintentionl pollution you say?
How about: Home grown terrorists family set?
Sickening you and i over and over again my friend-
Until our untimely demise 'tis met?

In discerning what 'tis considered normal exposure...
Anytime QuickSilver comes to mind...
High levels in ones very own hair: Sets Off The Alarms-
Of the 'Evil Acts'- of polluted people: most unkind!