Waves

The battle of Marathon
Earthy
Faeries  flushed out
And nature torn apart
The upward curling vines creep up
Linear,
Pollen of yellow dust.

Roots sink beneath the rotunda
Outside
The battle scape has changed into
Something more insidious.
A sunshine shadow
They're quick to cover up
Its gas that's still extant
Even if you can't see it and lift an eyebrow in question
Mercury,  Uranium, amnesia or noise pollution.
We'll clog your highway and take a smoke-o  while you sweat it.

It's a marathon
Bring out your arsenal from inside that closet.