Vanishing Pasteurs
Vanishing Pasteurs


Green and dewy was my face
Vast was my expanse
Past was a lush base
Vanished without a trace
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.