In a world of six billion
Things seem eerily calm
Round here:
The air stripped bare
Duchamp ready-made air
Not rare Perrier air
But the kind of air
For all to feast upon
Quietly
In mass meditative state
12 billion lungs take
Bites from the sky
Then exhale
Filling the sails of our heavenly sphere or
Spilling hell-filled tears
Before she dies
Before we hear her cries
Our collective denial
On trial
To be found guilty
Of being human
We
Bow
Our heads in shame
Thinking we had the brains to change
Our ruinous ways
But didn't
This
is
it
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What do you call a person who writes poems & takes pictures & puts them together on a blog? A poemographer, that's what. In the "kill two birds" line of thinking, I thought to present 2 of my favorite hobbies, poetry and photography. I hope you, the reader/viewer of this blog, will enjoy what I post here. I am open to your critiques, both positive and negative. I am pretty good about reading and responding to comments. If you have a similar blog, please invite me. Welcome to Poemographer.
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