ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: EGO, by Emily Couves

the worst part about the past
is not that it happened but
that I remember it
after the earth has scorched
whatever reason
smoke and fire,

mirrors and we have flown
south
hurting new and we have
hurt our own

I remember when there were
blue skies
ozone and
the birds were in the air,
fish in the streams

now nothing remains and I must
cling to
the memory.

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