A gray cloud rises
from chimneys
And wraps the sky
Like an unworthy veil
Concealing the beauty
of a bride
Fires of brazen indiscretion
Burn her gorgeous blue,
As it melts into puddles of water
That pour down on our lands,
In gloomy showers
And each teardrop
Poisons wild creatures
And the mother that nourished them
Who hoped for something much sweeter
Much kinder
Than acid.