Stemming The Tide Of A Sludge Poem by John Sensele

A suffocating stench of sulphur dioxide trounced our nostrils
As a dark green sludge from 147 and 149 in our street crept and swept the yard inch by inch
Having made up its mind to ax and tax the thrills
We'd hitherto munched and brunched without a pungent punch shambling up the hills

Where our pristine palace pulsated at will
In rhythms and hymns family and I would dare to seal
When May nudged our hungry hearts to place an urgent order
For Flamboyants and their flames to catalyze the flee or fight folder

Determined night and day the green sludge didn't take over more acres in the yard
Grandma, Mike, Kojo and Sean held dear in the family card on the placard
Where we toiled to build an equalizing ecosystem
In tune with crows and other birds who fought to stem

The tangible tide green sludge strove to waylay and slay at all costs
When grandma, Mike, Kojo and Sean elected positive posts
We erected and protected day and night, May and June
In keeping with the pacific pact we signed with nature to beep, keep and sip in tune.