by P.R.Lowe
Copyright © July 20, 2015
(from Brother, Sister -written in1972)

Sorrow in the city
hangs around the sunset
like a plague
and the nicotine ring
around its fingers
is a symptom of our dis-ease
If I could kiss you
once forever
mother Earth
just to ease the tension
I am the extension of your body
severed by the levers
of so called “progress”
floating bloody
on the waters of your tears
Our fears built on years
of conditioned need
to feed an endless greed