Pollutions Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Pollutions

With a hand full of dusts,
And the falling of pieces,
I think my life is falling apart,

Like old buildings,
And entrusted foundations settles into life,

Like annoyance and you are forever maimed as a candidate,
Maimed with the changes of weather,

Followed by the sun to hide into a shade,
Like a wounded possums,
Discreet to the very end,

Gunpowders from the guns of Nature,
Inhale like air pollutants,
And lungs punctured,
By pocks marks of blood and suffusions,

And barely hangs from the needle and threads,
Ramparts of previous air,

Water crept like invading moistures,
Starting from a roof
Leak into the Center table,

Centres of deteriorations
Centres of intelligence,
Center of the surgical table,

Scapels cut to the very flesh,
Where life disagrees,
Expels every particles of air, as a rejections,