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By Julian Drury
Blue sky frowns over a flock of black geese.
The geese notice a town burning to the ground,
Careful to avoid the rising towers of smoke.
The burning town was made of plastic.
Toxic material vulnerable to destruction,
By artificial fire or purposeful decay.
Mothers and daughters argue for everything,
While fathers and sons argue for nothing.
Terror is both physical and psychological.
White clouds are attacked by black plumes,
Screaming mixed with the calls of frightened geese.
Parties are best used when all hope is lost.
Time is precious and permanent,
Mistakes unable to erase.
Myths are told to make failure rational.
Fire affects everything in heaven and earth,
Wasting the ground and darkening the sky.
Children cry while parents remain silent.
Extinction or survival is a reality show,
Broadcast with commercials for gasoline.
Lungs choke while noses breathe freedom.
Mothers and daughters smoke cigarettes,
While fathers and sons buy the packs.
Black geese scatter as smoke smothers the blue sky.