Exurb
The prosperous sunbathing of the rabbit
Is gone
The galloping of the bees around flowers
Is gone
The ground level window to the grass too
Is gone
Instead a door is opened to the basement
For rent
Tons of the scattered hazardous materials.
Is buried
In your corpse…
Mother
Mother
Mother
You know I love you more than any being
Yet I cannot help it but to hate your bastard
Even if from a forceful rape
By your own child
Scorched
I hate your industrialized child
The fossil products
Shapes in thin or thick plastics
Foams
Parts of doors
Pipes, paints
Buckets, shovels and…
You name it
I hate your bastard child
I hate your bastard child
I hate your bastard child
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem