poison water

white cloud blue sky sudden darkness

odor from a distant unknown source

bitter tasting, no permission

chemicals drifted in a virgin course

like a losing hand played to a devil's trick

for no reason half the town is sick

a stranger talking in a legal voice

bottled water is the only choice

dark days dry from a ruined well

twenty square miles of obnoxious smell

poison water makes a person think

tainted life line not a drop to drink. 

-- douglas brent smith

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From Each Hand Until The End

  From Each Hand Until The End -- collage by douglas brent smith, 1988