Summer heat
hides in our still,
green river.
Our primary,
blinding source
sets ablaze
car and factory.
Steer and citizen.
Carbonising all idea and hope.
Our permanently blackened, exhausted landscape
hastily beckons an
incomplete and short lived respite.
Yet concerete deliverance escapes us
and we continue to endure
this hell of our making.
Another pointless winter.
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