Yonder hills and dales
of Arcady and Hails
here is Spring again
and yet so in vain
not for mom nature
since the sure rupture
of industry and tourists
she is no skull - a Yorick
She blooms and thrives
humans cut with knives
so a plague beckons
while death seconds
and says Gaia's breath
is my go-to meth
the seas and streams
taste a new pipe dream.
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