A Poem Before Earth Club

A yellow fog hangs over our heads, It becomes us as we breathe it in; A translucent halo over entire cities. It drives us, and we thrive on it. Coughing and choking on our own blood; thick and blackened is our blood.

Our flesh is as the Earth's mantle, Our blood is as the oil underneath. We've paved concrete highways like veins that carry cells of toxin as we choke and cough on our own blood. The green vegetation has been turned

into manufactured wealth.

I don't see the yellow fog today, though. Just the azure decorated with white clouds. Above the horizon the mountains are visible and above and around them is a sea of clouds that looks like a breaking wave. There are smaller clouds higher in the sky that look like colorless exploding galaxies that are in the process of blowing away.