“ The Enterprise ” ~ our untimely grave ~

I saw sun set

And see it yet,

Rise on the seas

That kept afloat

The enterprise,

I have been told

Meant keep alive,

Man ever bold

Who navigates

Without a soul,

Giant waves

That carries fate

In a ship’s hold,             

That blackish gold

Destined contaminate

Mankind whole,

The while helpless

In mind and soul,

We watch man dig

Our untimely grave!

 

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“ The Vulture ” ~ man’s undertaker ~

 

I am the vulture,

Who seeks to feed

On what man leaves,

Now more than ever

In generous measures

Of munificent waste,

In varied assortments

For every bird’s taste,

Repugnantly vile

In voluminous piles,

Blended with progress

Of contaminate state,

Not to mention man left

All but breathable air,

And nigh potable water,

Once too pure and fresh!