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A Plateau of Progress (Chance Poem)

Quilts hang, wet on clothesline

More than seven suns pass yet they stay drenched

 

Hellfire couldn't stop

Storm-clouds in the hearts of an entire species

Brands that singe the arteries of life

From microbes to oceans

 

Placed on the altar of Earth

Dubious goals led us far away from our homes

Viruses envy our might

Kilowatt-hours rule

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Written by
andrew-wenson
American
Published
Nov 5, 2012
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Another poem composed using my chance operations ruleset.

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