Richard George Treanor
Pelham, Georgia, USA
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The Cycle (Circa 2050 Ad) (Reductio Ad Absurdum, Caricature, If You Will)

In an era of meaningless words,
In a day of numberless hours,
With legends of musical birds,
And states of limited powers,
With tales of sight unrestricted,
Of trees with breath that was fed
From breath of man inflicted,
Of lands where rivers weren't dead.
By streams too turgid for flowing,
In air too noxious for breath,
Bitter weeds of sorrow are growing,
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