Highways Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Highways



Highways grow like a gash here
The gash grows labia of buildings, wall by wall
Blocks of industrial premises
Slabs of malls
Fulfilling the human greed
Its need to sprawl

Highways grow like a gash here
The tarmac shudders when juggernauts thrust down
Grunting their oily puffs and sweats of movement
Blackening the trees
Pollution’s ghastly spawn

Thursday, October 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pollution
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