TOXIC

It’s toxic

What?

Everything

Up here in Helena City

Rains came

Winds came

More rain

More wind

A hurricane

So far inland

Helena

Took everything

    Within sixty feet high

       Raging mountain streams

Everything Everything

And left all the toxins

In the silt left behind.

So what’s that weezing brother

What’s that cough

What’s in your lungs sister

Toxins and stuff?

It ain’t a virus

It ain’t bacteria

Is it a fungus perhaps?

Nothing to cough up

But is damn sure in there

Deep in my lungs

Shortening my  breath

Toxins

Persistent little toxins

Shortening breathing and life.

So send out the scouts

Scouter about

Let’s figure this out

Pray doctors learn

A pathway to treatment

And cure

Cause sure as a storm

Hurricane true

Neighbors came helping

Picked up theseToxins

Pick up the Helena Flu.

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of Toxins

Author’s Note: The danger of Hurricane Helena still smolders. The latest is that “they” have quietly scraped the toxic silt that was. causing a pandemic of lung issues and replaced it with top soil and sod. Now “they” are quietly burning the Helena debris releasing toxic smoke into the air. 😡 “They” don’t have your best interests at heart. The coverup is far reaching. BEWARE! Know your rights. thank you volunteers from everywhere🙏🏻

Poetic prose. Did you catch it? No? Well then read Notes again, this time very slow rhyming and chiming as you go😉