it's not so bloody numinous
out boating on the lake
where the excrement of industry
slimes olid in the wake

it doesn't aid digestion
to go walking on the shores
midst the fish pussed from the chancre
of the dying waters sores

you couldn't bathe an injury
or wash an eye of grit
now the waters are polluted
with the profitmonger's shit



1969nev2006