Freestyle poem #1: An industry plant – 12.4.21

I’m a product of my environment. The soil bore from the burning of the Moors, surviving off industrial complex runoff. Weeded and bested by the hands of man and machine. Replanted and remanded for demanding more than sunlight to sustain. Bled for the rain, and asked the cloud to drown me and all around, ifContinue reading “Freestyle poem #1: An industry plant – 12.4.21”