Dear Civilization
I'm running a fever like the Earth
to cure the sickness of your medicines
You splash filth in my eyes
and think I do not see
My lungs clog with your fires
and my mouth with your murders,
my throat with honest vomit.
I refuse your treatments; my heart
drifts down the river strewing daisies
and singing.
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