Casarah Nance Poems
- Industrial Nature Ride the railway, passing the water tower, ...
- My Dark Valentine Dark, my heart, that makes chocolate ...
- There Is No Good In Goodbye Had my heart not shattered into ...
- Remember Me In Shades Of Grey A harsh sun slipped on whites ...
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Ride the railway, passing the water tower,
Painted production high like a sun flower.
Howls of the engine, hooting as an owl in the night.
Buildings are the trees that come into sight.
Structured stone the jungle, vines the electric cable,
Survival of the fittest, one must be strong and able.
Wildlife runs on rubber, headlights the hunters eyes,
Camouflage the chaos among the concrete lies.
Chemical clouds collect to make shapes in the sour sky,
Blade of helicopters and wings of airplanes birds fly.
The complexity of industry echoes in the acidic air, ...