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Vanishing Pasteurs
Poem · Abstract

Vanishing Pasteurs

by pramila krishnan ✓ · 19 May 2019

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Cattle had their fill Battles still Rattled me not till Tattered plastic trash made me ill Steel, concrete, glass Took turns to erase My green limbs died in a haze Smog smothered me to a daze Today I am just a patch Trickling swigs can't match The pristine rain to revive this wretch Lament I on the bench.

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