The swamp rots from surplus poison.
The sky carbonates breath from leaf.
The earth, running a fever, cries:
stop hating your mother.
A swamp poem
This site is to post my art work, let loose and give my opinions about my world
The swamp rots from surplus poison.
The sky carbonates breath from leaf.
The earth, running a fever, cries:
stop hating your mother.
Art by Kate W 