"Floating Sphere, Who Cares?"

by Terraal - Taurus

The world is a rotting corpse.
Drills and miners perform her autopsy.
Cause of death equals neglect.
This is it, there is no more.
Nothing can wash this putrid smell away.
No chance for resurrection here.
One thing remains, and that’s the fear.

9-7-99

Reason for writing:

    Look at the world.  My idea for the poem is everywhere.    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 1999-11-13 14:51:54
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:29
Poem ID: 53702

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