as smokestacks spew
burning yellow sulfur
tainted chunks of floating lint
hardly clouds, hazy
streaking across
diseased rivers, winding through
forests uncomfortably warm, clinging to
dry sour soil
gasping
foul air sinks to the bottom
of the chest, it
bleeds through bare feet
seeps out from pores
lurks beneath skin.
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