Dirty Pond
The many drops of rain
Each splash forms a tiny circle
Call that the spiral of human livelihood
It expands so vastly with extreme celerity
It's as if it expanded to the point
Where the circle can't stick together
So it's gone...the planet that is
The human body has expanded too far
For our Mother to nourish with what's already been abused
But then more drops come to replenish
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