U.S. Meat Mart
By James William Miller, Army
Writing Type: Poem
By James William Miller
VA Medical Center--Kansas City, MO
See the wind blow
the top of the grown trees.
No bumblebees on the way
and no birds, I see.
As the skyline is trying
to take shape from air
pollution and dirty clouds' intake,
I hear the birds chirp.
Somewhere, hiding
without light, I assume
they learned their lesson of not clean air
to the rhythm of a piano
tune day and night.
We are forced to buy
that as we sleep in,
fight that we don't suffocate.
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