Ostara on I-95
by Dr. P-J
Burgeoning, burst, and blooming, splashes of beloved white dogwood
Amid fans of green,
Naked black stems, branches, and trunks underpinning the whole creation.
Sweeping bedecked tree tranches reach into traffic lanes of soulless grey asphalt.
Sunny cars creep speedily south
Following ribbons of chem trails,
No the less polluting for the want of introduced biologically poisoning agents.
Easter is upon us,
reproducing that eternal yin yang of energetic life force
and chaotic destructive waste.
Bright spring flowers backdropped by the toxic stain of tar.
Which shall win?
Good will triumph over evil?
Evil will prevail?
Or is this miasma of stasis our final answer?
Amid fans of green,
Naked black stems, branches, and trunks underpinning the whole creation.
Sweeping bedecked tree tranches reach into traffic lanes of soulless grey asphalt.
Sunny cars creep speedily south
Following ribbons of chem trails,
No the less polluting for the want of introduced biologically poisoning agents.
Easter is upon us,
reproducing that eternal yin yang of energetic life force
and chaotic destructive waste.
Bright spring flowers backdropped by the toxic stain of tar.
Which shall win?
Good will triumph over evil?
Evil will prevail?
Or is this miasma of stasis our final answer?
