Outside (Italian Sonnet)

The mountains of the world can’t get much higher

The trees in the forests cannot scream louder

Plants in Columbia get turned to powder

Fumes from factories make smoke circle choirs

Windows can’t retain their glassy clarity

The chemical cleaners spray more pollution

As people disregard the devolution

Breathing stops at remarkable celerity

Wires dangling above wallowing willows

Get chewed on by birds bewildered by the taste

Tops of trees catch fire, smoke rises in billows

But don’t worry more will grow, there’s no waste.