lost cocktails
the wasted lands we'd believed been lost
for a cause of better life or deluxe at sides
they are just the sink lining for the huger vat
of unused sources of ready mixed , explosive ,
a waltzing of reactive chemicals and toxic metals
we poured those in a mix for more
and prayed they will eventually be lost
in the summer the sun bakes and everything gets hot
the cocktails we had sintered so long
find a way to come back with vengeances
by the fumes , vapours and the smoggs
aerosols or toxic canals
they are stink , poisonous of ponds or the cake
the powders of dusts
find the ways into the food cycles
in due costs we all pay our best
of the air , the crops or water
of this year ... few decades or the whole earth
we don't know the roots deepened low
