Born into violence: the offspring of mixed
aggressions, traces of sickly silver
quickly infiltrate our atmosphere. Toxic
clouds that sail the zephyrs, spurting
their entrails in rhythmic pitter patter
of metallic rain that cascades upon the sea.
 
Soundscapes of forest fires and burning
waste sink beneath the waves, where
greedy microbes consume their dirty
secrets, spinning forgotten exhalations
into potent toxins that drift towards
the ocean’s soft and pallid skin.
 
Spat back into the ether, these regurgitated
mists amble purposefully towards the
shore, creeping across boundaries
on briny, poisoned breath. Probing
for opportunities to slither silently
across the mottled, broken coast.
 
Translucent blankets drape across
the land, slovenly, unwanted guests
that bring gifts of sickness and malaise.
A porous sponge that