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June 3, 1997




theres poison in the air

which is neither seen nor heard

and when I tell them to stop it all

they tell me Im absurd


I darent touch the leaves

I darent touch the lawn

I darent touch a single thing

this stuff is sprayed upon


I am slowly dying

done in by degrees

simply so that greener grass

may exist beneath the trees


and food last longer

before we eat it

and cars go faster cooler...

my life, I just cant keep it


and since were all partakers

in a certain subtle sense

the people that are killing me

are me and all my friends



Out for my walk this afternoon

I smelled poison on the grass

and wondered what it did to me.

The allusion in the title is not

at any specific manufacturer,

its just to show that all of us

are responsible.


A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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