all the septic tanks meant for mountain cabins,
lakeside cottages
and red farmhouses set against golden fields are at risk
of sickening spew
all the city water treatment plants are backing up,
they've been shutting down, too
and there's not enough landfill space left for you keep on yapping,
but non-stop you do
the stenches source is obvious, but arguments still ensue -
sword fighting with sharpened tongues -
over why it is streets and creeks are filled
with more filfth than they once knew
it's as if the answer isn't pouring from your lips
right into the very water that we drink
and soaking into the very thoughts we think
with lead faucet completely opened
yet, ever suicidal as we are -
one way we remain all in unison -
the weakened hands of millions of us trying hard
to help you open the faucet some more
and poison, once and for all,
as well our hearts